I’m not sure I could ever articulate the events of the past two weeks; how they have shaken me at the very core and tested my resilience. Yet, within so many moments of sadness there was also an abundance of love, serenity and gratitude. My personal chef, fisherman, singer, musician, movie line reciter, enthusiast of so many things. My first best friend. My Dad. Manu had the difficult job of telling me the news that we’d have to get the next flight home. That my dad was gone.
When you live far away, you always think about what you would do or how you would react if something terrible happened at home. I didn’t realize it until it happened but the only thing you can do is just get it done. You get on the plane, you confront your emotions, you stop the questioning of how things might have been if you had only been there. It’s out of character for me, since I’m usually emotionally weak, but I felt a surge of strength inside me these past two weeks that I never knew existed. Maybe it was Bob giving me a hand through it all, or maybe it was the outpouring of love from my incredible friends and family in both of my homes. Whatever it was, I’m eternally grateful. Words alone aren’t enough to tell you how much I appreciate all of your support.
Wherever Bob is now, I know he’s where he’s meant to be. And he’s singing and cooking and having a blast, just like he always did.
Robert Angelo Bognanno