Lieutenant Robert James Curry

The last time we saw Rob was in the summer of 2008. We were visiting from London, and on our last night, we gathered around the PlayStation and had an American Idol competition, belting songs into the microphone. Krysten and Treasa made it to the final, and Krysten prevailed. There was a lot of laughter, and not even Simon Cowell’s barbed comments could spoil the fun we had. Rob thoroughly enjoyed the evening, and must have been proud of Krysten’s award-winning performance. We said our goodbyes, and left the next morning.

He would have come to our wedding in Ireland the following summer. And he would have become an uncle to our three kids. They know Uncle Rob — we have several pictures of him in our house. They have been to his grave, and to the Robert Curry Police Station in downtown Gulfport. They know he died in service. They are proud of the important job he did and Aunt Leslee continues to do.

We try to make it back to Mississippi as often as we can, and it is fun to think about what we would have done with him during these breaks over the years. Undoubtedly, there would have been fishing trips in the Back Bay. Basketball in the driveway. Baseball in the garden. Horseplay in the pool. And family dinners, at which Rob would have regaled us with inimitable stories about life, the universe, and everything.

David and Treasa

David and Treasa
Brother in Law

August 9, 2020