He has fulfilled his committment that he made upon his birth
He knows the mysteries of the universe, his suffering to cease
Our lady came to get him and take him back to peace
She filled his room with roses so that we would have a sign
That Robert walks with Jesus when meeting the Divine
Another sign was sent to us so we would also know
that the blood Christ would make our faith in his lasting glory grow.
My beloved is an angel and watches over me,
Untethered by the human bonds his soul has been set free.
I'll miss his voice, his touch, his laugh and his warmth
along my side.
I'll miss these things so much because his body died.
I'm crying as I write this and look out at the dawn
I know that Bob is with me and his love for us lives on.
I hope he can read this love I'm putting in a poem
and I look forward to the day when he says, "Sweetheart Welcome Home"
Written by Ann Marsilio November 16, 1999
and read by Bob's uncle at his funeral