Throughout our years growing up as brothers... we most often would forget we were twins.

Many times I would see a reflection of myself in a glass door, store window and quickly turn around looking for Bob... we later discovered it was an experience shared by identical twins.

This sensation disappeared when you died...and like a miracle it has come back, thank you Bob.

I see you every day, not only in glass doors and windows... but in my mirror every morning when I wake up and every evening when I go to bed.

You will live in me forever.

Here’s a further explanation of a pic in the photo gallery...

Bob, myself and a good friend Mike Laborde, travelled one year to Alaska for a week of fishing.

It was a great area for salmon fishing with brown bears sharing the wealth of the plentiful fish.

One morning we took a dinghy into a river stream from the great lake, not giving any thought when we anchored the boat at the shore line... that the tide was out.

Hours later when we returned... tide was in... our dingy boat was now 40 -60 feet from shore in water 10 -12 feet deep.

Without hesitation Bob volunteered to strip down and swim to the boat.

We could not resist taking a few pictures. We laughed that day and many times after, about our great Alaska fishing trip, fishing in bear country and the only bear we saw was Bobs’ bare...

I met Bob in 1971. It took me quite awhile to warm up to him but if he were telling you the story, it would be quite different. We started dating in 1973, dated for 4 years and married in 1977. Shortly after, we were walking through a pet store and were looking at kittens. I fell in love with a calico, Bob liked the black cat. We left the pet store empty handed. A few days later, Bob came home with two kitten, the Calico and the black. He said that since he was a twin, he needed to bring both of them home. I was thrilled and especially when he let me name them Janis and Joplin. In 1978, we bought a Corvette…boy, was Bob ever nervous and excited. We both loved that car, using it alternate days to go to our different work places. Speaking of work, Bob was working at Imperial Tobacco and going to night school taking art classes. During his lunch break, he was drawing a naked woman as part of his art project. In walked his boss and his boss’s boss, looked at it and Bob was quickly dismissed (fired). The first time Bob’s godson saw Michael and Bob together, he yelled out “There’s two Bobs, there’s two Bobs !” Michael (Bob’s godson) was about 2-3 years old then, his eyes were filled with wonder and amazement. Once at an Alouette’s football game at the Big O, somebody walked up to us and started talking to Bob. Bob didn’t know who this guy was and finally told him he must be talking about Mike. The guy got really mad and didn’t believe Bob wasn’t Mike. Bob made friends easily, he had such a gift of the gab, he could talk his way through anything Anywhere we would go, he would run into someone he knows, even at airports outside of Canada ! To say he had a gift of the gab is an understatement, it was difficult to get a word in edgewise. We honeymooned in Vegas. We were young and innocent in our gambling ways. We sat down at a blackjack table, Bob split a pair of Queens…boy did the table give it to him…a little embarassing. Some 35 years later (yes, years), we returned to Las Vegas. Of course with this big mouth, he told the story that we were there 35 years ago on our honeymoon, we were celebrating our anniversary, blah blah blah, all to get an upgrade…which we did. Even though we were no longer husband and wife many moons ago, we remained dear friends. We never missed each other’s birthday, spoke almost daily. I have beautiful memories that I keep close to my heart…till we meet again.

I recall as a child playing the guess who game with my friends when Bob would be visiting. My friends often convinced my uncle was my dad. I impressed my friends being abel to tell the difference even from behind. The game continued as I had my daughter Emma .When Bob would visit I would pass Emma to Bob to see if she could tell the difference between him or my dad.

I'll never forget the look on Emma's face when she first saw double. Over the years she grew up calling Bob her uncle poppy (calls my dad poppy). I often wonder how Marley would have reacted to meeting you. Wish you could of meet her but I know your watching down on us all smiling hope your in peace!

 It’s my pleasure to say I had an amazing cousin and godfather   Who was taken from us way too soon ,  I remember spending many summers when I was a little girl at a family cottage with both Bob and his brother Mike and my amazing aunt Gwen. As a little girl I always followed Bob and Mike around everywhere, I know it probably annoyed him but he would never say anything ♥️. I would call him bobby pin, again he wouldn’t say anything or get mad. He had a smile you would never forget. He had this black corvette car he always said this car will be yours if you can reach the peddles lol, he always teased me for being so short. Well Bob you will never be forgotten, I miss you and think about you a lot. 

It’s been one year that you left us you will never be forgotten ♥️  Miss you so much