What Their Music Means to Me

Barry Gibb

Welcome to morobinbarrystories.com! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere who would like to share and read stories of fun, joy, love and inspiration for Barry, Robin and Maurice Gibb. (Andy is not forgotten and is included at times). If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at morobinbarrystories@gmail.com. Stories will be posted often and many will appear in my book, which is still being tweaked and edited and updated and polished! At times, I will write about Gibb events, which I hope the fans will enjoy.

February 16

This story comes from a very dedicated fan, and her passion for the brothers comes through in every word, tugging at the heart!

Terri

I’ve been listening to the Bee Gees since I was old enough to have my first transistor radio. I’ve never known a world without them. I was born in December of 1960, so when they were hitting the radio I was pretty young. Their music got me through many hard times or times I thought were tough at the time. I’ve admired them as people and artists. I always thought Robin as being original; I identified with him in that aspect. Maurice seemed to be the middle guy; I also identified wit that for many reasons. Barry, or shall I say, Sir Barry, was everything I wanted in a man. What makes him so special in my eyes has nothing to do with his looks, although he is one sexy man and age hasn’t changed that one bit. What I found to make him so amazing was his love and devotion to his family. His love for them is so apparent in many ways.

As a whole, I loved that fame never seemed to change the way the brothers were. They stayed so real, so human. To me, they felt like someone who you could hang out with, no egos, no big heads and plenty of laughs. I love jokesters and love their humor.

I had my children very young. I devoted my life to them with the knowledge that when they were adults, I could go finish my education in the Veterinary field and fulfill my hopes and dreams. However, just prior to my youngest turning 18, my oldest daughter gave birth to my grandson Jacob who has special needs. He is severely autistic. For the last 22 years, I’ve been raising Jacob.

Due to this, employment status isn’t good; therefore, finances aren’t good. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining, just explaining.

Now to explain what the Bee Gees and their music mean to me. They take me back to days when I was young and still full of promise of what was to come in my life. They bring me back to happy times. Their individual lives give me hope for my future.

Maurice fought hard and overcame his dependency on alcohol. He was a fighter and made things right with his family. Robin seemed to be so quick-witted, something I enjoy being. Barry gives me the hope that someday maybe I will find someone to share my life with that will love me in the way he and Linda love each other.

I’ve never had the privilege of seeing the Bee Gees in concert or Sir Barry as a solo. I hope and pray that Sir Barry will tour at least one more time and that somehow I can go see him. I don’t have a huge bucket list, but at the top of it is to see Sir Barry.

 

About morobinbarrystories

Anne Jakowenko, the blog author, has been loving the Bee Gees for decades while raising her sons and teaching college students Speech Communication and English skills at her alma mater, Syracuse University, where she received her Master’s degree. She has also taught for SUNY Oswego and Barry University. Currently, Anne is teaching for the State College of Florida while she continues to collect stories for her book, My Life with the Boys.
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