My son struggled with addiction for 20 years. He had periods of recovery and relapses. He had several wounds he was trying to mask. He felt guilt and shame with his addiction. He was a fighter. He was a loving father and son. He was a glass glacier by trade and was very proud of that. He loved to fish and had several fish tanks. He has a great love for animals. He became a group leader in recovery and touched a lot of lives. Now I am a tool for helping others through you. Rob, I miss you! I miss your sense of humor, your love of Halloween, hanging out with you watching movies and laughing. You were a great son, you always respected me! Love you to the moon and back, my son!