Friday, March 27, 2020
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This photo is one of my prized possessions. It is from a series of childhood pictures of me and my brothers, taken by my beloved Uncle Bobby Gillies. The photo is of his namesake, and my baby brother, Bob McGreevey.
"Obbie" is what I named him. We were only 18 months apart in age, but I was his protective, bossy, big sister Ann Garnett. He had the smile and twinkle in his eye of a little leprechaun when he was a boy. These characteristics followed him even into old age. Obbie was very bright, and he had a great sense of humor, but he was the kinda' kid who was always getting lost or falling out of trees. He could exasperate the hell out of you, but you would always forgive him because you knew of his inherent goodness.
Our Great Grandmother, Miss Essie, called us Peter and his sister Cotton Tail. If she were alive today and were asked to eulogize Obbie she'd say, "Every Chick and Child along the countryside knew and loved him well."
I will miss you, Dear Brother. Sleep with the Angels.
