Roby would have been 47 years old today. I find it so bizarre to think about that, since he didn't even see the age of 30. He would be amazed by technology and social media, ipods and tablets. He would love Survivor and Glee and all the music competition programs.
It's hard to imagine that he has been gone longer than I knew him. I miss him, still. It's like an ache in an arthritic limb or the ghost sensation that people talk about after a limb has been amputated - ever present, but manageable.
His worst fear was being forgotten. He is far from forgotten.