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Sometimes you must go on record.  Sometimes… if not all the time… one needs to say what is real about the blessings and/or curses in your life.  This today is me being real about one of the great blessings in my life. God’s blessing can come like the fickle summer breeze, or it can be the deepest of bedrock for an entire lifetime. This blessing has been a constant since I was aware. Bobby Charles Reese, Jr, has always been that guy who has been more of a brother than a friend. Don’t get me wrong though, BCR has been my friend since we were toddlers. He and his family lived across the street from my family until we moved in 1965. But the bond was already forged and never let go.

BCR was the balance of equilibrium and the standard of who and what you could trust in almost every growth section of my life. Until Patti came along, we were pretty much inseparable. I can barely remember anything in my life before the age of 20 that didn’t include BCR. We were that close… that connected. Soul mates.  A friend who I loved… and still very much do.

Yesterday, I got the text that I knew was coming. BCR will now finish the rest of his days on this earth in a memory care facility in Central Texas (a couple of miles from where his Karon and he have their home). He’s 65 years young, and can no longer care for himself, for his family, or call my name if I walk into the room. He might or might not recognize me, but regardless, he’d hug my neck, smile, and act as if I’d made his day by dropping in to see him. When the dementia showed itself, it forced his early retirement from the Santa Fe railroad. BCR went to work for the railroad with just a few hours remaining to complete his degree from the University of Texas. Working for the railroad was the dream… so he quit school and went to work.

I’ve seen BCR multiple times since that retirement. He lives in Texas. I live in Colorado. Time together is easy anymore. The mental decline has been slow and brutal. Yet, BCR’s Karon has worn the cape and garments of care that lovers often do for their mates. As I said, I knew the time was close. As expected, BCR made the transition to his new residence without an ounce of pushback or agitation. Karon said, “he just rolled with it.”

I would tell you stories, but there’s too many. BCR was the best man at my wedding. I was the best man at his. He loved my kids. I love his. He loves my wife. I love his. He loves me. I love him. Those parts have not changed. Not in the least.

So here… now… today, I declare it again: Bobby Charles Reese, Jr., I love you. I have always loved you. Thank you for the role you’ve played in my life. Thank you for being my forever… faithful… loyal… friend. One of the greatest blessings of my life.

Mike

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  1. jgn5sb
    March 1, 2022 at 10:31 am

    What a touching tribute!! You were truly blessed.

  2. Shirley
    March 1, 2022 at 10:38 am

    There are those once-in- a- lifetime friendships that endure. Death does not end love. Thank you for sharing this poignant story.
    Shirley

  3. Karon
    March 1, 2022 at 11:07 am

    Love you my friend! You have been a constant in our lives for sure! Bobby would say…Roger that!
    (Rail road talk)

  4. Michael Hindes
    March 1, 2022 at 1:15 pm

    Well Crap Mike, now I’m crying. What a blessing to bring your preschool neighborhood friendship with you through the long journey of life. This is a wonderful tribute. Because I know the impact he’s had on your life, I love BCR w/o knowing him. Praying for Karon and the family during this transition.

    • March 1, 2022 at 1:19 pm

      Thanks Michael. BCR would think you’re the bomb-diggity. Love you.

  5. Katy
    March 2, 2022 at 10:56 am

    Oh Mike, I’m sorry to hear this news about Bobby. God bless his family, especially Karon.

  6. Marla DeWitt Moss
    August 24, 2022 at 4:39 pm

    So very sweet and majestically penned.

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