Kimberly Bell
A few days ago I was tasked with going through my brother, Bobby's, papers.
He's always been a very private person, even with us.
After sifting through the usual debris that is collected in life, I was surprised to find a drawer filled entirely of cards and letters. Birthday and holiday cards, letters from me when I was traveling, postcards from mom and dad when they were on road trips.
One note caught my eye as being different from the rest. It was a handwritten thank you card from one of Bobby's high school teachers.
Apparently, Bob stopped to help when her car stranded her and her elderly mother. The ladies had set out on foot (no cellphones yet) when Bob stopped and gave them a ride to a nearby restaurant and waited until her husband came to get them. She said she was so grateful to him because she didn't know if her mother could have walked much farther.
I had never heard this. I asked mom, and she hadn't either.
It's a perfect example of my brother. He was unassuming and never sought recognition. If he saw someone in need, he would try to help.
Crowds made him uncomfortable, but singly, he could be gregarious and quite informative. He loved knowledge and craved it. He was smart in ways that were beyond my comprehension. People who looked past the awkward smile found a loyal and trustworthy friend for life.
I hope he is back with those friends now. He has missed them so much.
I love you, Bob.
❤️ Your Little Brat Sister
