Bob, I wish you had talked with me before this. You were there when I needed a friend to pick me up during a dark, dark, time in my life, and now you’re gone.
I don’t understand this. This is the most un-Bob-like thing that I can possibly imagine you doing.
All I can say is, this wasn’t you. This was someone else inside you that did this, and I, along with hundreds and hundreds of other people, wish we could have stopped that other someone before this happened.
I suggest donating what you can, then donate a little more.
Bob was worth it.