Our king-sized bed in our bedroom is now filled with our family. We take turns holding his hands, stroking his beard, giving him sips of water and telling stories. There is a great need to tell all apparently just in case we have forgotten to share something important with Bob. We come and go in groups holding each others' hands, too. Already the gifts Bob is leaving us with are becoming apparent. One of the biggest is to be a family and to stay strong together. Yes Bob, we will do that for you.
Who knows what the night or tomorrow will bring, but we all love you Robert Kennedy. I love you.