I remember when Steve and I were getting together and Babi would come over, all six feet plus of his gorgeous Rasta self. And I could see how much Steve loved him. And what style Babi had. My god. A real individual. And he was kind and would lend a helping hand to anyone. And brilliant. Then beautiful sweet Jen and he fell in love. And they had Davison. And how much Babi loved his whole family. He loved his family. And we were all lucky to be a part of his family. I feel tonight with the wind tossing the trees and the sky opening up and dumping tears, he is up there saying, I am here. I never left. I am with you.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 22:56:01 +0000
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