Robert W. Foulk

In memory of Robert W. Foulk

March 4, 1986 —October 9, 2008

Robbie:

My dearest first-born grandson, it's been a year since I've seen those beautiful blue eyes or that crooked little grin, when you'd say "Oh, Gramma".

How I miss them. How I miss you! I'd give anything to hear you say again "Grams, Where's My Chile?" or "How 'Bout Some Pancakes and Sausage, Gram?"

I'd give anything to have you back to make those things for you. To watch your face as you'd laugh when I turned the pancake batter into bears or bunnies. "I'm A Man Now, Gram" You'd say. But, I knew, too, that you loved it anyway.

You are always with me, Robbie, always in my heart. I look forward to the day when God calls me home so that I can be with you again.