Bobby Ernest Simon is my father. The only thing I remember of him was that he handed me to my mother and she was in the bath tub. He would call our house when I was young but my mother would not let my brother Robert A.Simon and I talk to him. Oh do I wish she would have. I looked for him and couldn't find him even though we were just a few miles apart. I love you dad.
Author: Kelly Ross Simon Stowe
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