for some reason bob and i started hanging out in high school and it was good.
we played whiffle ball and soccer, walked to the store, talked about the cubs.
somehow we did this for years. happily.
his family were the type of warm italians that you see in the movies with something always simmering on the stove, and old school dean martin on the radio.
if it wasnt for bob i probably wouldnt have gotten my first girlfriend. for it was because bob was playing a hockey game was i able to say on the phone one day hey mary wanna go to my buddy’s hockey game tonight, and history was made.
bob ended up with one of the hottest girls, himself, the next year and i experienced my first feelings of jealousy. basically she looked like she could have easily been playing for the Runaways.
it was in bobs house that i first heard the word marone.
as in what bobs older brother probably said to him when he first brought her home.
marone, little brother, whered you find her?
according to the newspaper bob was driving, possibly had a heart attack or stroke, and drove right through a yard, hit two trees and the corner of his house and his suv rolled over. and he died.
and what a way to go. obviously distressed because of a young child had just drowned in his pool and the next day bob was headed to the store to dismantle the pool when he died.
The autistic child was staying at his grandparents’ house in the subdivision while his parents were out of town. The child was last seen sleeping on a couch about 5 a.m. but apparently wandered away and was found in the pool at 10:47 a.m.
One report said the victim was on his way to buy a pump to drain the water from the pool to tear it down when the crash occurred.
i found out because via facebook i was invited to his funeral mass.
i was all funeral mass?
nobody i know should be having funeral masses, i thought, but there on his facebook wall i read all these very nice messages from his family and friends. and a link to the story and photo gallery.
stunned i kept scrolling down his wall to see if he had any virtual last words, and lo, the bob miletta who i grew up with, was right there again:
Here is something to ponder for all of you White Sux fans, how your team is in first place and nobody goes to the games. It’s beacuse all you fair weather so called sox fans that will jump on the bandwagon come playoff time and root for them, while the Cubs no matter what the team is doing pack Wrigley Field. Shows true colors and support. Yes the Cubs do suck at times but they still have sellouts. Also it’s funny that now The Cell has Ivy in Center Field.
im sorry i lusted after your girlfriend,
ps your twitter just broke my heart.