The Story of Rob Mallory

love you when you smile I love you when you're sad I love you through your trials I even love you when you're mad I love you when you're here I love you when you're away I love you through your fears I love you through dark days I love the light in your eyes I love the shine in your heart I love you in gray skies I've loved you from the start I love all that's to come I love what we've been through But when all is said and done Mostly, I love you.

Back in April, I suddenly found myself to be about a foot shorter on the right side. Strangely enough, it came after a surgeon expertly amputated my right foot. I had spent my entire life growing that foot, and in a brief morning surgery, it was gone. Suddenly I found myself without a leg to stand on. Still, I put my only foot forward, placed one foot in front of the... same foot, and started trying to figure out how to live my new normal. Well, as new normal as a one footed, green eyed, left handed, ginger can live. I may be a foot below all of the rest, but at least I'm sure footed, when I pussyfoot around. Living without a foot that you had spent your entire life getting to know isn't all bad jokes, and good times. There are difficulties that come with it, as you might imagine. And with much difficulty comes great... increased difficulty. Gone are the days where I could just saunter up to the corner store for a Klondike Bar, and a licorice whip. No longer can I enter e...

Hello once again, my friends. It has been a few minutes since we last spoke, so I thought that I would take the time to ramble on for a few moments. I know that you all need this, and I sure as hell do. I've missed our warm transfers, and have missed my charm, and wit. And for those reasons, I talk to you all now. This month is still August, at least for a little bit longer. The hottest month of the year. Surprisingly, however, it has been a pretty mild August. The temperature hasn't really been on our minds much. What has been is our sweet, baby girl, Hope. This first month of her life has been a bit rough. She started off worrying us with jaundice. Once the worry of that was over, she decided to worry us with a weight problem. She struggled for weeks to get back up to her birth weight. So we spent much of the month at the doctor's office. Thankfully, she has finally reached her birth weight, and then some. One less worry. Which is nice, because we could really use a litt...

When I started gathering my thoughts for a new blog post it was for a much different post. The one I was thinking about has to do with my journey to handicapped parking. I will get to that blog next, but something much more important happened before I had a chance to talk about all of that. It would seem that Hope was sick of waiting to be born, and so on the afternoon of July 27th, 2018, my fourth child, and third daughter, Hope Kelly was born. During the months of pregnancy, so many millions of thoughts went through my head. There was worry, and there was excitement. I went through times of uncertainty; wondering if we were doing the right thing. Wondering if I was going to be able to be a good father to her, with just the one foot. But all of that was cast aside the moment I saw her for the first time. In one minute I was a father of three, and at 6:36 PM, I became the father of four. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. Even if she was covered in such a mess when she ...

Days in dreams Like nightmares instead Breaking seams Am I better off dead? Wishing for a way out What's this life all about? Nights spent in tears Inside my head Living my fears Alone in my bed Voices inside they shout What's this life all about Twisting and turning My eyes always burning Screaming and crying My soul's always dying I can't fake it anymore My spirit is broken to the core Years spent alone Locked away with you My heart's turned to stone All the pain I've been through Waiting for my way out what's this life all about

Monday, July 16th: Today, I would like to talk about pretty much nothing. Meaning that I really have nothing to talk about. Not much is going on right now. There are a few things that I would like to mention, but overall, I really have no topic in mind for this post. I guess I just felt like sitting here and typing for a bit. So as you can see, there really is no real reason for me to write this post, and no real reason for you to read this post. What you'll get this time is a bit of my wonderful ginger charm, my winning personality, and just a small taste of my incredible wit, and human understanding. I think I just saw a few of you ladies swooning. Well, calm that shit. This damned dirty ginger is taken. So, let's get right to it. I'd like to spend just a few moment to talk about my foot... or lack thereof. There has still been no new news on my prosthetic. I am going to have to break down and call about it today. Normally I don't like to do that. I don't ...

It's been just over three months since I had my right foot amputated. When it was first happening, I was very optimistic about the entire thing. I figured that I could get it taken care off, chopped off, and the road to walking again would be closer than it would be if I waited for the thing to heal. What I failed to realize was that it was no longer up to me, and my body to decide when I could walk again. Suddenly that decision rested in the hands of doctors, and insurance companies. It has been three weeks since my residual limb was casted for a prosthetic foot. My prosthetist seemed to think that it wouldn't take very long for the doctor to sign off on my getting a fake foot, and the insurance okaying the foot. I believed that I would be walking fairly quickly. Unfortunately, I was wrong. After waiting nearly three weeks, I finally called the prosthetist office and asked what was going on. As it turned out, the doctor still hasn't signed off on me getting a foot yet...