Robby wasn't just my brother, he was my best friend. We watched Family Guy together all the time and he loved honey mustard a little too much...I dubbed him the Honey Mustard Monster. He would put it on anything and everything, pizza, hamburgers and even cereal... He was a smart and funny guy, who was self motivated. He loved soccer, and Cross country running...anything that he could do to be around people. Its crazy when you can tell your little brother anything and know its not going anywhere, it was always just between us. Like when he got two tattoos...I told our parents about them after he died. I figured they would mention them in the autopsy anyways, might as well hear it from me. I miss him. I miss him so much that it hurts. I keep looking at my phone when it rings thinking, "Better be Robby, I haven't heard from him in a while." It's amazing how something so simple can hurt so much. He was only 19...would be 20 this April. I wanted to take him to France with me one day, and I told him I would. So when I go in 2011, I am. I am buying a special locket to wear to carry a photo of him in it with me the whole way. What I really need right now is a super special Robby hug...one day I will get that hug again...