Robert Allen Funkhouser 8/23/1960 ~ 6/10/2010
You would be 61 like the rest of us today, my dear friend…I wrote about the summer when our numbers were flipped, and we all were turning 16!!! I thought of you that day and your beautiful turquoise and white 55 Chevy and how in a little Eastern Oregon town, you with your blonde hair, summer tan from the fields, and blue eyes looked like the proverbial California boy! Funny, that’s where your life path eventually led you! Paradise, CA
Our parents became friends when my family moved to a little country town in 1968, and as fate would have it, we were the same age, and in the same second grade class in school; an instant friendship began and spanned fifty years or better said it lasted until the Lord took you home leaving so many of us behind to miss you!
I still want to be mad at you for leaving me; it’s been eleven years since you’ve gone, and I still miss you all the time; I still hear your laugh, I still remember birthday parties as kids, high school, adulthood, becoming parents, marriages, divorces, aging and life in general.
I miss our twice a year birthday phone calls, I always knew I’d hear from you, and you always knew a call from me would follow a couple of weeks later. The conversation would continue where it left off. Every year since you’ve left, a tear falls because I miss your call, and every year on this day, many tears fall. After all, I miss you.
As the year’s pass, the ache is duller, but the hurt never leaves. You are gone but certainly not forgotten … I shall carry you with me in my heart until one day I can look at you again in heaven.
You were a best friend; you were a brother of my heart and life. I miss you so much, and I love you still. 😔
May you be blessed today; I am sorry for the sadness, but thank you for joining me. 🥰
Sunshine On My Shoulder 