The night Paul Newman died Rob couldn't sleep. He was restless, anxious and roamed around the apartment. When he finally got to sleep, in the wee hours of the morning, he dreamt. He dreamt of an adventure with none other than Newman himself. In the dream Newman handed Rob a gun, keeping one for himself, and said, Let's make sure we've got eachother's backs. And so Rob tried to shoot his weapon to protect the two of them, but nothing came out. So Paul took over and said, Don't worry about me. I've got your back. That morning when Rob arose he learned of Paul Newman's passing. He called me and woke me with the news and he spoke with a great sadness in his voice. And as he did, I was reminded of just how much I love Rob. He taught me something no one else could--that the best friendships, are worth fighting for. They, like anything else, take work and care. And there are bumps along the way, but at the end of the day, Rob has always had my back. So Newman may have been you're hero Rob, but in many ways you are mine.
Happy Birthday my love, happy birthday. You will always be one of the true great loves--the true great friends--of my life.