Uncle Bobby and a Birthday (A Day Late)
He wasn’t really my uncle… he was my great uncle! :~) My grandpa’s brother on my dad’s side. He called me “little darlin’” always. :~) He was my favourite great uncle ever!
Uncle Bobby had a problem with alcohol. When he was young he had caused an accident of some sort, I don’t know what happened really but I know that a man was killed and Uncle Bobby had been in trouble for it. I think he was in jail for a little while but it had been an accident and he got out.
When he was in the war he met one of his other brothers in France. They had both just by chance been there at the same time and had got permission to meet up. Both he and the brother survived the war and made it back home. I was always amazed at how they met though!
Uncle Bobby married and had two daughters. He LOVED those daughters of his so much. Sandie and Bobby Jean.
Once he had been drinking and driving and had ran off the road into a ditch full with water… when the police came he told them his two daughters were with him in the car. They searched and searched but no sign of them… they had never been with him at all and were safe at home. But he had truly believed they were there and went mad with fear that he had lost them. When he told me the story he still cried thinking of it even though it happened some 30 or so years before.
Sandie had been out with friends and they were on the way home. She was 16 in the late 50’s or early 60’s. The road her and her friends were travelling on was known for so many accidents and sadly Sandie and her friends lost their lives on that road. My grandmother’s brother had passed the scene of the accident not knowing it was Bobby’s daughter in the car. And had told there was nothing left of the cars involved. I never knew her but know stories of her…
Bobby Jean was lovely! She was a vibrant happy woman…and she bought me a little toy dog that barked and jumped up! I was about 5 or 6 but I remember her well. She was a hair dresser she was pretty and had dark hair. She and Uncle Bobby were very close… even at 5 years old I could tell that!
I didn’t know why she got sick or that she would not get better… but I knew that Uncle Bobby was very very sad. Bobby Jean had leukaemia and died. She was 32…
Looking back on it now I must have been a reminder of the daughters he had lost… though I didn’t spend a lot of time with him but he always made me feel special! And to me he was always very special too! from the time I was 5 or 6 to when I was an adult when he saw me he would say… loud and with a Texas twang that makes me smile to remember it now…. “Well…. There’s my Little Darlin!” I don’t think he ever called me by my name! It was always Little Darlin’… he was special… and I loved him very very much.
I know he wasn’t perfect and he should NEVER have driven when he was drinking… but he has such a place in my heart.
He got sick and was in the hospital… when I went to see him… greeted with “there’s my little darlin’” he was happy and looked ok. It was a chest infection and the doctors were watching him carefully. They said he would be in for a couple of weeks just to make sure he was ok. I went to visit him a few times and he was getting better and better.
Ok this sounds really weird and probably morbid too but it’s what happened so….. Here goes!
I had been to visit Uncle Bobby and got the worst feeling… he looked good but I just got a bad feeling he wasn’t going to make it… I don’t know why but I did. I told my dad (who was normal-ish at the time) that I had a bad feeling about Bobby and I thought he was going to die. I thought it was going to be a certain day even… my dad, being the diplomat at the time said nicely he was sure I would be wrong. I hoped so. I had been out to visit again and the doctors were happy to let Bobby go home. They said he was much better and was free to go home the next day. I was delighted! Silly weirdo me! Glad to be wrong! The next day came and Bobby didn’t go home…
He never went home and I was right in the end… not one I wanted to be right about but I was… to the day even. April 25…My birthday… I knew he would go on my birthday… it was a special day it was mine and now it was his too. I know it’s weird to say but I was happy, not that he died but that he chose my day. He could have died any day…. But he picked mine….
The next year on this day I went to his old hangout where he drank… I bought two bottles of bud. I drank one and left the other for my special Uncle Bobby…
Today’s shot his lighter. Given to me after he died.
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