Where do I start? I will set the stage. A very, VERY close friend of ours has been battling cancer. We are more like family than friends. We have always gone through life's big moments together. About Christmas time another couple we are mutual friends with contacted us and asked us if we wanted to go see Ringo Starr in San Jose in June. Of course, being the avid Beatle fan I am we jumped at the chance and purchased tickets and made a hotel reservation downtown catty corner from the concert venue.
As the months went on between December and June our friend with cancer kept getting worse and worse. I will refer to our friend with cancer as "Bobby". In early March we knew that Bobby's condition was getting worse, and the likelihood of he and his wife joining us for the Ringo Starr concert were diminishing by the day.
As the Ringo Starr concert date approached it was apparent that Bobby's condition was terminal and hospice was called in. Bobby was the type of guy who wanted everybody to have a good time and live life. He was the eternal optimist full of love and hope. He never wanted anybody to be sad. He wanted us to go to the concert.
Well, last night was the Ringo Starr concert. We went to the concert with the other couple who are mutual friends as we all have a long and shared history. We talked about Bobby on the car ride down to San Jose.
During the concert my husband started crying. He is not the type of guy to cry. My friend, Suki, leaned forward in her chair, wine glass in hand, and asked if everything was ok. No. It was not ok. Suki and I both felt that Bobby was here with us, as did my husband who was crying because he could feel it as well.
Lo and behold we received the news shortly after the concert that Bobby had passed away. Here's to you, Bobby. So many memories and good times were shared. Bobby is now truly the Spirit in the Sky.
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