WORDS fail me but I'm going to try.
I had a lovely time on Sunday at the Liverpool v Charlton match. I cried much of the time, not because the dream was ending but in gratitude that it had ever taken place.
I am grateful for the highs, too many to recount, but also for the lows which gave friends and the extended Red army/family the chance to show how much they cared, keeping him going and hoping against hope for a miracle.
The miracle happened and the unfinished business of his first “leaving” has been resolved. Robert got to say goodbye and thanks, receiving the same in double measure.
To picture, even now, him standing at both ends of the ground with his family on and off the pitch is a memory which will never end.
I can't thank all who deserve to be thanked, including Liverpool staff past and present – particularly the latter for making Sunday happen – but thanks to Bobby Wilcox and gang for their lasting support.
Liverpool can rest assured they'll never walk alone. The club will always be in the Fowler hearts.
Robbie Fowler Snr,
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Love ya Fowler lad.
