Rob had Ashley for a few years ~ She was Rob's baby ~ Ashley got hit by a car and died 3 weeks before Rob's Bone Marrow TP. Rob cried and brought Ashley's picture with him when he went for the BMTP in Boston ~
After Rob's Bone Marrow T.P ~ Rob bought Penny and he named her Penny because he bought her with all the pennies he saved ~
After Rob died ~ I kept Penny but she died a few years later of kidney problems ~
Rob skiing Dec. 1996
with the Nurses & Doctors from
St. Vincent's Hospital.
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This is the first puzzle Rob
made in the hospital
Jen took this one!
This is the last puzzle Rob made ~ This was made in Boston,MA ~ Rob started it in Sept. and finish it in Oct.1997 just before he came back to St. Vincent's Hospital in CT~
Rob's resting place at the cemetery and a bench with Rob name on it so we can stay and visit!! That is foil with candles burning for him at the cemetery....
This home is in a State Park in CT
and the home has been sold
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In every photo while Rob was so ill and going through so much, I saw that brilliant smile of his, and thought to myself, this is a young man of great courage and strength, a boy that any mother could be so very proud of. I present this "Award for Courage" to Rob, who lived a beautiful life and left the memory of his wonderful smile for everyone
to remember. God Bless you Rob, Rest Well And Be Ever Near Your Loved Ones Until You Meet Again
With My Love and Prayers and a Heart Filled with Tears That Never End
11/5/68 - 10/19/02
Thank you so much, Ann, Laurasmom ...Love Marie ~
Proud to be Rob's mom
Rob, loved to play golf from when he was a young boy
Rob, you were everything a Mom could ever hoped her son would be.
Rob, you fought the fight of cancer and taught us don't ever give up.
I was & I am so very proud of all that you accomplished in this short time. You faced your greatest battle of cancer with such grace, courage, and faith and always a smile on your face...
You made my life so beautiful and I love you so much with all my heart. You will be with me always....
Rob you are my Hero ~
Love Always Mom
Thursday, 6/23/05, 7:39 PM
ROB, EVERY TIME I COME TO VISIT YOUR SITE, ALL YOUR MEMORIES COME RUSHING BACK LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY. I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I DONT THINK I WILL EVER FIND A FRIEND LIKE YOU AGAIN, IT MAKES ME SAD WHEN THINGS HAPPEN IN MY LIFE AS I GET OLDER AND THINK TO MYSELF YOU SHOULD BE HERE AND ITS NOT FAIR YOU NEVER GOT TO DO THE THINGS I KNOW YOU ALWAYS DREAMED OF BEING AND DOING. IM SORRY AND WILL ALWAYS HURT SO MUCH WITHOUT YOU. I GO ON DAY TO DAY BUT I'VE CHANGED EVER SINCE YOU LEFT, MY SMILE HAS FADED AND MY LAUGHTER ISN'T AS LOUD ANYMORE. I THINK BACK AND WOULD HAVE NEVER IMAGINED YOU BEING THE ONE TO LEAVE THIS EARTH FIRST, ITS BEEN A LONG TIME AND I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY, I GUESS I NEVER WILL. I LOVE YOU ROBBY! ROB'S FRIEND
This is where Rob lived for the past 4/5 years of his life...
Rob had money down on this house to buy it, but Rob relapsed. So my hubby and I put money down and helped Rob ~ we bought the house ~ Rob owned the house for
5 days and died on DEC. 23, 1997.
This picture was taken Halloween 1996 ~ 2 weeks after Rob found out he had Leukemia ~ Christine just cut Robs hair before it began to fall out ~ a few weeks later Christine shaved it ~
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Rob, I miss you and I love you, Mom
My Hubby bought me this stone with Rob's name on it for xmass a few years ago and it's in the front of our home
Saralyn, Thank you for all your help and the beautiful background you made for Rob in his NEW guest book, Love Marie
2 candles I just lit for my son. 1 is strawberry, Rob loved Strawberries ~ a card hanging out that Bob brought there this morning...Oh how I miss my son....
Lisa will be getting a tattoo with Rob's name today...Oct.28.2010
I miss you. I remember the day you were born, like it was yesterday. I remember the first time I saw you. I was so happy to meet you, to call you my son, to call you Robbie. We made so many wonderful memories.
I remember the day you died, like it was today. I remember the last time I saw you. My heart, soul and mind were broken, and still are. I miss you Rob, but I know that I will see you again, and we will make more wonderful memories.
Until we meet again.
Oct 28, 2013
Thank you Linda, Tina Marie's Mom
Sean Dion Kelly, Rob's Friend
~ Rob is with all that he encountered in life. His energy & personality was one that would light up a room whenever he entered. I have a very dear friend of mine in the entertainment industry who suffered from leukemia. He was successful in overcoming his hardship! I always think of Rob when I speak with him. Treatment has come a long way since we lost Rob. I like to think that his early treatments were the beginning of cures for thousands of people! Rob did not pass in vain, he helped/is helping thousands who must overcome this dreadful illness. To me.....he's a hero & a pioneer to anyone who suffers from cancer.....I still miss him very much & I miss his warm heart & smile.
From the heart of a bereaved Mother
This Is Normal For Me Now
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life.
Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and Easter.
Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party...yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.
Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.
Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.
Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.
Normal is having the TV on the minute I walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.
Normal is staring at every child who looks like he is my child's age. And then thinking of the age he would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.
Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart.
Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal."
Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child's memory and his birthday and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fits the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.
Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special my child loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.
Normal is having some people afraid to mention my child.
Normal is making sure that others remember him.
Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.
Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.
Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.
Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.
Normal is disliking jokes about death or funerals, bodies being referred to as cadavers, when you know they were once someone's loved one.
Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.
Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.
Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA, but yet never having met any of them face to face.
Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done this because..." I love God, I know that my child is in heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why healthy children were taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have three children or two, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that my child is in heaven. And yet when you say you have two children to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed your child.
Normal is avoiding McDonald's and Burger King playgrounds because of small, happy children that break your heart when you see them.
Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a God.
Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years.
And last of all, Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal."
Paul Nettle; Memory for My Son Rob Northrop, AKA RadRob Ponyboy
Rob - I remember all the fun, the good times and all the stories. Nobody had a bigger heart than you !!! I know you're looking down and watching over us, maybe even shaking your head. All of us who knew you can truly say, you were a good man and that is a tribute to you Marie, you should be so proud !!! Miss you Rob, but we'll all see you again