My friend Bobby Johnston

I can't breathe, my mouth has gone dry; this isn't happening. My friend Bobby Johnston has passed away.

I, honestly can't think. Honestly I feel like this is a cruel joke. But no. Bobby is gone and I can't believe it.

I don't do eulogies, I feel that when you have met someone, shared part of their life and had them share yours, words can't express the loss and the hurt, certianly not in a blog (he was the first person at the lotties I told about my blog). I turned Bobby into my make believe Grandfather, the one I wish I had alive, sharing the allotment experience with me, having chats about nothing in particular and just smiling with eachother. I've never told anyone else that, but I did tell him, to his face. He saw me cry, he saw me laugh and he always had time for me, the real me, when I was down.

Bobby passed away on his plot.

He leaves behind a very very close knit family and a lovely wife, they will know doubt need to be at eachother sides to get through this. He also leaves behind a great many friends, a great many, as he was a great man. I am friends with Bobby's son Bill and his family and I dread even seeing them ~ if I am like this they must be, well I can't imagine how they must be.

I wrote about him here and countless other times, took photos galore but really none of that matters. My friend has died.