Robert Scott

I woke up thinking of you this morning. When I was in that place between sleep and wake I thought you were still here. Seven years ago was your last day. I was remembering the last time we we're together; riding through the Maine woods, sitting on a log talking about nature. How in awe you were.  I still remember you looking up at the trees and saying, "wow, nature is so cool." I also remember the last thing you said to me as we parted that day:  "I love you Aunt Deb, try to be good." I miss your hugs, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile ... I miss you.

Robert Scott Dabbondanza

October 14, 1979 ~ October 8, 2003