My Dear Roby,

All of you.

I miss your voice. Your laugh. Our talks. 

I miss working with you. 

I miss having you in my everyday life. 

All of you.

I miss that road trip we took to Miami.

I miss shopping with you. I miss hearing you complaining about it. 

And about French people 😉

I miss going out with you. I miss your way to make fun of me, your favorite "Grandma'".

All of you.

I miss walking down Duval Street in Key West with you.

I miss our evening at home. Mine or yours. In St. Martin or in the US.

I miss watching you driving, with that very unique way of yours.

All of you.

I miss going on a boat with you and your crazy husband. 

I miss doing simple things with you. And some crazy ones too.

I think I even miss your annoying Getz... Or the idea of you in it. In Saint-Martin.

All of you.

I miss that very special evening when you became the wife of this special man.

... And that I had the honor of being a big part of it.

... With the wonderful Scarlet, and some champagne (of course!).

And I love you.

I miss all those moments. The ones we captured and the ones that we did not. 

I miss getting on a plane to you.

All I hope is that I will do it again soon enough. Or maybe you will, my crazy Roby ?