I truly felt that I knew Bob even before I met him in person.

Peggy and I became acquainted years ago at a local Curves gym.
As soon as I met her I knew this was someone I wanted to know better.

We met outside of the gym many times over the years, exchanging life experiences and getting closer all of the time...so close in fact that we call each other ‘Sisters of the Heart’ because that is how we feel about each other.

What I noticed more and more in our many conversations was the genuine respect and love she had for her husband.
While Peggy spoke lovingly of all of their children, she also told me about the strength of her husband.

Before the illness really started impacting the quality of his life, I saw how he wanted Peggy to enjoy more good memories.
One of those avenues was to take her on a beautiful cruise to Tahiti. He wanted to see her smile and be pampered—and she was!

It was sad to see Bob begin to fail but even then, he didn't rest until he was sure that Peggy would have everything within his power to enjoy every convenience and comfort he could provide.
The home was fitted with new appliances and brought up to date, not for him, but for the life he wanted Peggy to live after he was no longer here to protect her in person.

It has been a comfort and joy to know this couple.
My friend truly found in Bob, a compassionate and caring man...May he live on in our thoughts and prayers forever.

     We moved to Texas from California when I was very little, probably four maybe five years old. My early memories with Grandpa and Grandma Peggy were summers and Holidays. I remember in my early years walking the park with Mom, Grandpa, Grandma Peggy, and playing with Kenny and Kim.  I used to love climbing that big'ol whatever kind of tree is in the park behind the house, I forget what kind of tree it is. I still climb it every time I visit and find my perch at the top to sit. Ive spent hours in that tree just thinking about nothing and everything. Its been trimmed a bit since Ive grown and the branch at the top that used to hold my carved initials was removed at some point but, probably for the best. The bark on that tree is slick and Ive nearly fallen to my death a handful of times but i never told anyone in fear I might be banned from climbing. My perch is still there however and I still sit at the top and look over the park when i visit.   
    Life was somewhat rough growing up I remember. Luckily Grandpa passed his big heart down to Mom otherwise I dont know where or what id be doing now. Much like Grandpa Mom took on a big family herself and called them her own. Over the years ive had friends who grew up in similar situations and I realise how lucky I am to have mom and ultimately i can thank grandpa for that as well.
     I didnt have much of a father figure growing up and I was fine with that until I grew up a little more and realised just how lost I was. I had no idea what or why I was doing anything that I was doing.  Ultimately it was memories like the walksthrough the park, playing around in his office while he told stories, talked about Mac Computers, showed me his collections ranging from baseball cards to match books, playing pinball in the upstairs bedroom that led me to discover that I had one of the best role models anyone could ask for the entire time. I still play every pinball machine i come across.
     He was always open to discussion which further multiplied my respect for him. Grandpa was opinionated and stern as everybody knows and anybody who doesnt can just read a few of these memorial stories to find out, but even when we disagreed on things he would let me have the floor and give his opinions back. Nothing was un-debatable as long as you had put enough thought behind it he would listen. His life experience and compelling arguments made it hard to disagree with himanyway but when we did he never closed me off and it seemed we could always find common ground somewhere at least.
     That meant a lot to me. I feel like being heard means a lot to everyone and grandpa cared enough to listen to what we had to say.  I am and will be forever grateful for these last few years that I had the opportunity to reconnect with him. There was always love between us but I was distant for awhile. From everyone in the family not just him and I really believe he held on all these years to bring us all closer to him and to each other.  I am grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with all you as well. 
     So for the past couple years I have inadvertantly been following in his footsteps. I never knew Grandpa was an electrician or an electrical engineer. I knew that  he was in the Navy and he told me he helped design the nose on some certain submarines. I knew that he was a diver, a family man and by all accounts a good friend to those around him.  Every visit I learned more and more about the man I called Grandpa and who Bob Jayne  was to the world.  I know there is still so much more I would've have learned of and from him but I am just inexplicably grateful I had the opportunity to learn what I did because he gave me something I desperately needed. Someone to look up to.  I plan to further my electrical education and even bought some electronics books so I could start tinkering in honor of him.
   Thank you for everything Grandpa you will be forever loved and forever missed.
Love Matt

Every time we went to Gma and Poppy's for a visit he always had an amazing story to tell. As I got older and started bringing my kids along for these visits they were able to hear all of these wonderful  stories my oldest son Logan his Great Grandson was so fascinated with these stories and would sit and listen to them and ask many questions. Well when Logan was in the 2nd grade he was so excited to take out a book on Jacques Cousteau and do a school project on him because he was so excited to share some of his Great Poppys stories with his classmates and his teachers because his Poppy knew him. We will all miss him so much he was such a wonderful man and he will forever be in our hearts.

Jim and I were married in December and shortly after that we flew out to California for a mini honeymoon.Jim told me some stories about his dad so I was a little nervous going out there.I shouldn’t have been because I saw a different side of him.You see Jim wasn’t an easy child growing up and that is when the stories started.There May have been a reason that Dad B was a little strict...lol
I saw how strict he was when Jim and I were sitting out front.One of Jim’s friend stopped by and Jim went for a little ride with him.Dad came out wanted to know where Jim was and I was informed we were breaking curfew.Here we are adults and married and we had a curfew.Dad B was not happy with Jim and when he got back to the house he let Jim know it.
        The rest of the trip went well and I had a new respect for Dad B.
To me he was a kind mind and quick to tell you a story.I was never afraid of him after that.I will miss those stories.RIP Dad B.I will miss you