This year hit me harder than others and I’m not sure why. I lost my brother Bobby 20 years ago in a car accident. I’m thinking about what he would look like with gray in his hair, how much his nieces and nephews would have loved him, what kind of shenanigans he would be up to. I had a blessing in my big brother Bobby. Sadly I didn’t realize it when I had him here on Earth. He was three years older than me. He taught me to ride a bike and drive a car. We fought a lot but we also always had each others backs. He was such a proud daddy. He loved both his boys so much. He gave me the incredible honor of being his oldest son’s Godmother. I was so very proud. My brother was so funny and he had a heart of gold. He loved having a little brother, both his momma’s, his stepdad Larry, his sister Debi, his sisters Donna, Tracey, Sonya, Amanda and Sarah, his stepbrother Adam, country music, beer, The Dallas Cowboys, sports, Derby, the Kentucky State Fair and his family. He worked really hard. At ten years old he would be out hustling shoveling snow, raking leaves or mowing lawns for money. He was so generous with the money he would earn. He would always do something nice for us kids. He was a good friend. I think ultimately that’s how you go on living after such a traumatic loss. That’s how you know a person mattered. The measure of a man is in how many people love and miss him. There are so many people who have fond memories of him. He had the best laugh in the whole world. I can still hear it. Today I’m celebrating his life and being grateful for him and the time I had him. He left behind two boys and a beautiful grandson. I know he lives on in a better place and for that I’m grateful. He didn’t always have it easy here on Earth. ❤️
I bet everyone has one funny Bobby Ranney story he was so much FUN! when I think of him I think of laughter.