Bobisms

Over the last several months, Bob has been very faithful in coming to the office to check on the status of my “major in boys” every week or two. I always assure him that my major is going just fine, although I’m referring to a slightly different major than he is. He has been very full of advice. About a month and a half ago, he informed me that before things “get too serious,” he wants to meet and inspect my “major.” He wanted to be sure that any prospects are Bob-approved before things progress too far. I always end up laughing at his preposterous imagination, and he gets a huge kick out of the whole thing. Quite truthfully, so do I.

Last Tuesday, I had to smile as I saw Bob pulling up. A few minutes later, he opened the door and stepped into the office. He spied me sitting at my desk and a huge grin crossed his face. “How’s the maja’ comin’?” he said in his Southern drawl. We went thru our usual routine. “So,” he said, leaning up against my desk, “You gettin’ a ring for Christmas?” Where did he come up with this stuff??

About two month ago, after a particularly delightful visit, I decided to keep a file on what I’ve come to think of as “Bobisms.” He comes up with the most hilarious sayings, and I wanted to be able to remember them. I wrote two of them down to stick into my file. I wish I had thought of it a long time ago and been more diligent in writing them down since then.

Bob died of a major heart attack late last Thursday afternoon. I heard the sirens that afternoon as they arrived, and it didn’t take us long to perceive that something was wrong at Bob’s place. They were never able to revive him.

I went to his viewing this evening. I’m going to miss the old chap—his righteous indignation at the loss of old fashioned values, his tidbits of news, and, most of all, his random visits that always left me with a smile on my face.

My Bobisms:

“Love is like a lump of gold, Hard to get and hard to hold.”

“The only reason a man gets married is so he can have a boss.”