Marketta Martin
Robbie, you’ve been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.You were always so much fun for Harold’s three little sisters back in the day and when we grew up, you were still much more fun to be around than our big brother…sorry, Harold…lol. Those May visits every year were the highlight of our lives, and everyone would plan for them for weeks. We would sit in awe and listen to you two and all of our older sisters talk about the “old days”. I miss those days so very, very much, the picnics…the reunions…the family singings. I remember you used to hide the chocolate pies Mother would make whenever we had company coming because you and Harold wanted them all to yourselves…lol.I loved hearing about your and Harold’s travels and thought how wonderful it must be to see the sights that you two were able to see together! I even loved the little arguments you would get into. I’m beyond thankful that Harold had you in his life, and I know he is smiling from ear to ear to have you with him again.Robbie, I love you, and I will never forget you.