as far as my brother Bobs tragic story goes

I need to think about this before I continue...

something I rarely do,

 that is....

think before I act,

 I usually overrule my built in filter...

I forget I even have one

anyway

I have written Bobs entire story

many times and many ways

with so many versions

the first story I ever wrote about my brother 

was entitled

happy birthday Bob, where ever you are

Bob was the kind of person that insisted on celebrating his b day on the exact date of his birth

he was our baby

born in Little Company of Mary Hospital

believe it or not

even though I was only three

I still remember the day my dad drove my brother Bill and I to the hospital

to see Bobby

but we were not allowed in the building

so my mom brought my baby brother to the window and we all waved to him

and jumped up and down and cheered

I guess that was his minus one b-day

June 1,1954

 all three of us were 1 1/2 years apart

I was the oldest

Bob loved his birthdays

it was not acceptable to him to choose a weekend closest to the big day

to celebrate

 he enjoyed making a big deal out of his big day

balloons, streamers, decorations, cake and ice cream, party favors, hats, horns

the whole nine yards

I sent that first story

 to Bob Greene

he had written a book about Bobs

during that time all sorts of things were out there in the media connected with the name Bob

does anyone remember the movie

what about Bob

 anyway

I never heard from Mr. Greene

at that time...

but that's another story

I just don't know if I am able to share a few stories about my brother

right now

on this blogging site

 I don't want to hurt my 81 and 85 year old parents,

they are a little more

lets just say 

private

than I am

then again

not to many people adopt the open book policy like myself

come to think about it

my parents do not even read

my blobs

 as they call them

  

anyway

they only read the ones I print out for them

and they think they are way too long anyway

hum