Bobby was a good friend of mine when I was serving as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ. We would visit with him about once a week and read scriptures and just chat with him. He shared a lot of great life experiences and lessons with me. I learned a lot from him. He was always happy to see us, didn't matter how poorly he might have been feeling that day. He was a great man and a wonderful friend. I miss him. I'm grateful to know I will be able to see Bobby again one day and that he is in a happy and loving place. Next time I see him he'll be able to walk on his own two feet. It will be a great day.