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Recently someone died on the island that I knew but never spoke with. I thought he was not a person to speak to someone he didn't know or had been introduced to. But then so am I. Bobby would come barreling down the Avenue on his bicycle as though he had been shot out of a cannon. Cigarette in his mouth, his arms tucked in and he rode set against the wind. his eyes would dart at you as he passed by but he knew where he was going and he rode accordingly. At his burial , after he was laid to rest, the family played his final tune,  The good , The bad and The ugly while those who knew him walked up to his grave with a rose and a grabbed handful of dirt which they threw into his grave in their final good bye. One of the most beautiful things I have seen. and Bobby Dewe's death has been a reminder to me to take risks again in this life. What are you living for if you risk nothing?