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Goodbye, Dear Friend - Robert Williams

My little tribute to my former colleague and dear friend, Robert Williams -

With ever a smile on his face, when asked how is was he'd often answer, "If I was any better, I'd be twins!"
Right now I wish he were - because then there would still be another of him to brighten this world.
May the next world be full of sheds to build, houses to shingle, friends to meet, people to touch, and lots and lots of rainbows. 

Goodbye, dear friend. How I will miss you! I have loved you like a second father. You left happiness and peace in your wake wherever you would walk. You have taught me that, after every storm and after my tears have been shed, there will always be rainbows to remind me that better times are just ahead.

And I do hope the tears stop soon. I am seriously in danger of dehydration.

I could use a rainbow.

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  1. Mrs WoogNovember 20, 2011 at 2:13 AM

    A lovely tribute to someone who was obviously so special to you. I hope your tears dry up soon xxx

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  2. Lisa Page RosenbergNovember 20, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    So sorry for the loss of your dear friend. I am officially adopting the twins line. Perfect.
    xoxo

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  3. RachelNovember 20, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    So sorry for your loss. He sounds like an irreplaceable soul.

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  4. mCatNovember 23, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    I'm so sorry for your loss. Sometimes a losing a good friend is as painful or more so than even a family member.

    Hoping you have a nice Thanksgiving!

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  5. Rex WilliamsJanuary 13, 2012 at 7:04 PM

    Thanks so much for your post. I did read this right after you posted it, but for some reason didn't comment.

    The whole process was an amazing experience. Although it was sad and we'll miss him, all the tribute to Dad was perfect. He lived his life in a way that mattered to people.

    I hope I can even come close to his legacy.

    Thanks again for the tribute.

    I never finished adding everyone's memories to it, but we started a blog at http://robertwilliamsmemories.wordpress.com

    Feel free to post a memory.

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