Guardian Angels

I have one and I know who he is. It's not my late brother (he died too late in my life to be a guardian angel). It is a guy that I lived across the street from when I was an infant. His name was Bobby Lee Moore. Lee is my middle name. Bobby was the son of Buck and Dorothy Moore. Dorothy basically raised me when I was little when my mom worked. Bobby was her eldest of three sons and twenty years older than me but, from what I hear, carried me everywhere. I can, still yet, remember washing the wheels of his car when I was about 4, just one of those things that you don't ever forget. Bobby drowned on his 24th birthday which also happened to be his wedding day. His wife was pregnant...oh my God, man, this was 1960!! How devastating for Buck and Dorothy this must have been. I, for what I have been told, walked around for days in the middle of the street, wondering where Bobby was. I know now. Considering the life I have led, I could've...should've been dead a couple of times over. I just want to shake his hand when I get to the dinner table. His wife remarried and his daughter (Bobbie Lee Moore now something else) has lived in the house that my family lived in when I went to high school. Some things we know, some we feel. I know Bobby's been there...don't ask me how, though.