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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
56 years old
Born on July 19, 1958 in Audubon, New Jersey, United States
Passed away on November 25, 2014 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Robert (Bob) Newell, 56 years old, born on July 19, 1958, and passed away on November 25, 2014. We will remember him forever.
BOBBY NEWELL!!!!! I have a hard time believing that it’s been 9 years. I’m retired 4 years now. I often wonder what you& I would be doing these days if you were here. I miss you pal. I bought a new log splitter and think fondly of you as I split. I remember how you wouldn’t use a splitter. You used an Axe and only Oak. I’m splitting and burning wood at our fire ring. I have a girl in my life again. You would like her. She’s one of us☮️❤️
Happy Birthday honey - I hope you get these messages :-) You'd be so happy with the progress I'm making on our farm. Ive got electric and water run to the high tunnel. Attach the gutters and I'll be done with the construction phase. We started fixing up the barn. New roof and jacked up the back wall and poured a concrete foundation - I wish you were here for that! Next up is building the lean-to sheds and fencing the barnyard. You'd love it here babe. ~E~
Dear Bob- you'd be so proud of me. I got the high tunnel up, electric hooked up, plastic covering on and have some winter greens planted already. Wish you were here to share my joy! Love you, E
8 years Bobby Newell I miss you as much now as I have alll along. I poured some concrete the other day and you were on my mind as I used your mag float and tamper. I surely wish you were here with us today. I can only hope that you are at Peace and that I will see you again one of these days. Say Hello to Blonde for me ☮️❤️
Happy Birthday Bobby Newell. I miss you as much as ever my friend. I’m going to pour some concrete this morning. Hover over me and give me the help that you always did. Peace
Darling Bob - Happy birthday tomorrow. It's really been a rough year so far. Dad died in January, Kyle moved out late February, Mom moved in mid-March and Mike wants to move here but has been in Towanda working to clean up mom and dad's property. It's been 6 months in and he's just now approaching the end of it - what a whirlwind! And top it all off with the news that my company got sold so I might need to find a new job . . . bleaugh. You and I had our tough moments, but there was nothing we couldn't work through together. I miss your hugs.
Thanksgiving is here again. I love/hate this holiday because it reminds me of your leaving. We will be gathering in a hotel this year because mom can’t take the chaos and none of the kids is ready to host. Maybe next year! You would be so proud of the work we are getting done here. I’m putting in a memorial garden. I’ve got you a couple oak trees because I remember how much you loved them. I miss you honey.
Happy Birthday sweetheart. I still find myself thinking "Bob would love this" - or "Bob would know how to do this" ... I still miss you. Sometimes several times a day, sometimes not for weeks at a time - I guess I'll have to claim quality over quantity :-)
Happy Birthday to my Brother from another Mother whom is up in Heaven awaiting my arrival. I Love you Bobby Newell and miss you and think of you often☮️❤️
Well Bobby Newell, I’m still missing you. . I am retired now. ( as you probably know). I think of you every time I see a concrete truck or a motorcycle or someone drinking Miller 64!!!! Till we meet again my Brother. ☮️❤️
HappyBirthday Bob!!! You’ve been on my mind a lot this week as I anticipated your birthday. Today I took the kids for breakfast and drove to Charleston for a shopping trip and Mexican for lunch then a local winery for tastings I know you’d have loved every minute of it!! Can’t wait to see you again... I have so much to tell you
I have been dreading this day all month, but somehow the hustle-bustle kept the worst of it at bay. wow- 5 years. Seems like a milestone or something. I still hear your voice in my mind wise-cracking about this or that. I'm still driving your black truck and am so thankful your family let me have it. I still miss you... in the quiet hours when I let my mind wander to happier times.
Bobby Newell. 5 years ago today. It’s unbelievable that your gone. Gone but not forgotten my friend. Just the other day a concrete driver and I were talking about you. Peace my Brother Peace. See you on the other side. ☮️❤️
Well BOBBY NEWELL it is birthday time again for you! Happy birthday Bobby I am sorry that I am a day late wishing you your birthday wish. I am traveling in New England in my camper and I missed your actual birthday which was yesterday. Love you brother and I hope you’re looking down on me and tell Blondie that I said hey ☮️
I'm still here missing you honey. My life has taken on a different shape now that you aren't here to fill my days. I sometimes think about the plans we were making for our retirement life. There are still so many things I wish we could be doing together instead of me doing them alone.
I was telling somebody about you this past weekend and I'm shocked that it has been almost 4 years since I saw you last. Every now and then a song comes on the radio that we danced to, or Facebook pops up a "remember when" picture that catches me off guard and I catch my breath a little. I miss your grin, your shower-singing, your play-southern accent ... Happy Birthday honey.
What if I hadn't gone to town To pick up a thing or two What if I hadn't turned around And walked straight into you
What if you hadn't said hello Or smilled at me that way Maybe I wouldn't be hurting so The way I am today
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But I'm thankful for the day we met That morning in September Cause I'd rather have something to forget Then nothing to remember
What if you hadn't called me up What if I wasn't home What if we hadn't shared that cup Of coffee all alone What if I hadn't felt your kiss What if my heart didn't fall Look at all the things I'd've missed If we'd never met at all
Cause I'd rather have something to forget Then nothing to remember Nothing to remember Nothing to remember
I’m thinking of you today Bobby Newell. I still pour concrete just not as well as when I had you with me to carry my ass!! I miss all of the crazy funny things we did to each other. You are my Brother from another Mother. May Peace be with you.
It's hard to believe it's been two years already. I set your ashes loose at Black Walnut Point inn at sunrise today. I'll never forget you Bob. See you soon!
Hey Bobby Newell, I want you to know I'm thinking of you on your day. I miss you, your voice humor,arrogance,&friendship. I realize we are still pals but long to bust your chops! So till I see you again...............PEACE
So hard to believe everything that has happened this past year. The life I had with Bob seems far, far away. I still love him, still miss him every day. I'm thankful for the many things he taught me. My life is so much better because of the time we shared.
Happy birthday bobby. Newell. I miss all you offered me when you were here. You were and are my best pal ever. I will get with you one day. Keep an eye on Blondie untill I get there. Peace my brother Peace.
our Flower is for Bob's love of the earth. It was here when we moved in and was more than welcoming. The family that we built on our corners was more than anyone could ask for. The everyday ups and downs was a true family. We hung out everyday with Bob. We had everyday, Holidays and Birthdays and so many unbelievable memories with him. We thank god every day that Colleen and Mike went Riding with him, Mike Hagan went fishing, he showed Kurtis the libertarian way and Bob gardened with Jenna. He was our BEST FRIEND and WILL TRULY BE MISSED IT HURTS MY HEART EVERYDAY>>>> To my Brother from another mother xoxo, Love Jenna Colleen Mike Kurtis
Before this weekend, I knew Bob as The Man My Sister Loved. I saw him at weddings and holidays...mass family events where there's never enough time to talk to everyone. I knew he and Elizabeth were well suited, and that high or low, thick or thin, their love held strong. After this weekend, I began to understand that I missed out on getting to know a truly wonderful man. Love and respect for Bob was so profoundly in evidence on Saturday (6th December 2014)...family and friends with decades of stories to share, neighbors who he helped and cared for, coworkers and employees who he supported and mentored. Bob was a caring and funny guy who did what he loved to do and knew exactly where he wanted to be. That clarity of heart is rare and precious. He will be sorely missed.
Our Dear Sweet Elizabeth: It is with heartfelt sympathy that we write this. Although we did not know Bob, only through you, we know he took care of you and put a smile on your face. That is most important to us. We are here for you this day and every day. We love you and your happiness is important to us. Even though we are miles away, we are close by in spirit. May God bless your days and nights during this difficult time! GET SOME SLEEP GIRL... and keep our "room" ready!!! If you have a missing 'white noise' machine, we did not take it! :-). Love you to the moon and back! Susie, Erin, Colleen and Lisa.
I wish I had some powerful words to be able make this not as difficult. I know that you Aunt Bee are one of the strongest cookies in the Close box. I don't want you to ever forget that you are LOVED and there is always someone around to be with you . I will be that person to talk to any time any place. Love you lots . <3 Michelle King
First off I want to send my heartfelt condolences to the Newell family and Bob's girlfriend Elizabeth .Bob was more than a friend to me,he was like an older brother.We shared so many great times together from him being my boss,to a fishing buddy, my mentor, etc. What Bob really meant to me I can't really put it in words but I'll try. One of the best things I liked about B. N. (nickname I gave him) was how gullible he was ,he was so gullible because he trusted people and took them on their word. My cousin Johnny and me fished a great deal with B.N. and we played so many pranks on him and he fell for everyone of them!! But he never got mad at us because we wre that close as friends. I'm going to miss my brother, my fishing buddy, my advisor (business stuff) and therapist. he was there for me during some of the most difficult times of my life and always had an ear for me or words that helped me get thru some of those times. I truly will miss you B.N.. Rest in peace until we see each other again. Joe Stone.
We're so sorry for your loss. We first met Bob when Elizabeth brought him to our daughter Michelle's wedding. It was Bob's first introduction to our family....brave man! Our prayers are with you during this difficult time. Richard and Kathleen Napoli
Miriam and I are so very sorry to hear of Bob's passing. We only have very fond and friendly memories of Bob, especially how kind and generous he was to us -- with his time, his stories, his caring and neighborly ways; the way he would sometimes walk across the street and sit on our porch steps to talk with us; the zucchini he would share from the garden; the venison stew he would make us each winter; his kilt and how much he loved playing with Tanka. His passing is such a loss to the community and our lives. May he rest in peace. xoxo
Miriam just reminded me of the time Bob came over to draft the plans to lay all the concrete around our house. SUCH a master at his craft! He brought a whole team of guys with him and they finished the job in three days in the scorching hot sun. From the back porch window, little Miriam (then, 8 years old) would watch the men at work. She made and "served" the guys lemonade. Bob told Miriam how pretty she was and how lucky he was to have lemonade served by such a pretty little girl. He made such a big deal out of how sweet the lemonade tasted, sipping it from the tiny bathroom cups she was using. So funny! Later that day, before the concrete set, he picked up Miriam and took her to the walk by our front steps. He placed her hands in the wet concrete. He then drew her name in the concrete with his finger and the date. He made sure she understood that her home now had her signature. This was so significant for us. At the time, Miriam and I were feeling so displaced; our personal lives were in upheaval, and we were trying to find our way.Thank you, Bob, for making us feel secure in our new home, our new life, at that time. Every time we step down from our porch steps, we are permanently reminded of your neighborly kindness. May you rest in eternal peace.
Bobby newell. My dearest friend. We spent a lot of time together! Eight hours a day for the last ten years or so. I have so many memories & stories. I will go on but not without a struggle. You carried me for years and I'm gonna miss that privilege. I love you brother and will see you again some day. Peace.
BOBBY NEWELL!!!!! I have a hard time believing that it’s been 9 years. I’m retired 4 years now. I often wonder what you& I would be doing these days if you were here. I miss you pal. I bought a new log splitter and think fondly of you as I split. I remember how you wouldn’t use a splitter. You used an Axe and only Oak. I’m splitting and burning wood at our fire ring. I have a girl in my life again. You would like her. She’s one of us☮️❤️
Happy Birthday honey - I hope you get these messages :-) You'd be so happy with the progress I'm making on our farm. Ive got electric and water run to the high tunnel. Attach the gutters and I'll be done with the construction phase. We started fixing up the barn. New roof and jacked up the back wall and poured a concrete foundation - I wish you were here for that! Next up is building the lean-to sheds and fencing the barnyard. You'd love it here babe. ~E~
This is Bob back in 2005. This was the infamous "pool clean-up" when we were opening it for the season in our new home that year. He was one of the 1st guys to get into the murky waters that day.....It smelled worse than it looked.
Bob and I always looked forward to our Sunday rides with George and Chris. It is one of my greatest memories shared with Bob and the crew! shared by Darren