Everyone that knew Robby knew he loved puzzles. I was
sitting at my desk on Sunday trying to write something to say but the words
were hard and I was trying not to cry at work because I never know when I might
get a call, but no matter how hard I tried every time I pictured Robby in my
mind and hear his voice from my memory a few tears would escape and I couldn't hold them in. I ended up not being able to find the words that night but I had
a puzzle piece at my desk that was a piece of a puzzle I had lost and then
found and it inspired a poem that said better how I felt then all the things I
had written down and scribbled out.
