Today would have been Rocky’s eightieth birthday. It seems strange to think of him at that age for he was always young at heart and liked young people. He amazed men in the sport of weight-lifting with his strength and achievements. Had he lived without cancer it’s hard telling what he would have accomplished.

He had a big sister and brother who looked out for him and knew all the answers to his questions. I don’t know if they ever knew how much he loved them and respected them. It was safe being the baby of three.

Rocky was in love with Nature and her creatures. He always had an eye out for the under-dog and persistent in finding solutions for the sick, hungry and homeless. He was without a doubt the most charitable person I have ever known. He was happiest when everyone else was happy.

Contrary to what most people thought, he was a deep thinker. He was outwardly fun-loving but had a serious side as well. I cherish the six years we had together and the memories of a gentle giant with a big heart.

Happy Birthday Rocky…………

Essentially Esther

(The picture is a favorite of his brother, Richard. So I’m putting it on for him.)