When you spoke with Bob Livingstone and asked him how he was doing his reply was always the same, `Well my names not in the paper and I`m still able to take nourishment` It was his lead in phrase for each and every time he greeted us. Well it is with great sadness that today you will indeed see his name in the paper.

Robert Dougald (Bob) Livingstone passed away May 17 2018. He was preceded in death by his wife of 44 years, Helen Georgina (Rosebush) Livingstone on May 17 1998. They both left us on the exact same day 20 years apart. They were married on Christmas Eve 1954 in the town of Dunbarton Ontario and shared a long full life together.

Bob was blessed with 5 daughters and no sons. He always joked about being the only man and complained about his lifelong struggles trying to get into the bathroom but we all know that he loved being the king of his court and having his castle full of princesses. He leaves behind (in order of appearance) Judy(Judith) Vera Darlene Livingstone of Peterborough ON, Mary Elizabeth Curtis and was preceded by son in law Tony Curtis of Tamworth ON, Pat (Patricia) Anne DeWit and son in law Peter DeWit of Paris France, Robin (Roberta) Germaine Morey and son in law Steve Morey of Ucluelet BC and Sam Helen Marlene Livingstone of Ottawa ON.

He was Grampa, Bompa, Papa to Shannon (Curtis) Lyman, Bill Olfert, Ryan Jones, Josiah DeWit, Jordan DeWit, Joel DeWit, Amanda DeWit, Alycia DeWit, Heather Morey, Holly Morey, Robert Patterson, Corrie Patterson Grant Lauzon, Anthony Livingstone and Brady Livingstone. He was Great Grampa to Chelsea, Emily, Maddy, Jarod, Bradley, Owen, Chloe, Alex, Cameron, Liliana, Addylin, Aiden and Kinley with two more babies on their way.

He also leaves behind Anne Livingstone of Rogersville NB, his second wife who he married in France on September 24 2004.  They lived together in a beautiful rural home and were happy.  She was there to hold him and see him leave this world.

He was Uncle Bob to nieces and nephews too numerous to mention and along with Aunt Helen they kept an open door open arms policy and saw many come to live and visit.

He loved music and would sing even though his young daughters used to tease that daddy sounded like a bull frog. He wrote poetry, beautiful lyrics lovingly put to tune by friends and sung by his daughters. He loved to joke with children about his missing finger and how he lost it. He transported kids to Sunday School every week as volunteer bus driver. He was a veteran of the Korean war, signing up when he was 20. He made ice rinks in his back yard, made fudge on a Friday night, he passed you Life Savers candies and little pads of paper and pens when you got fidgety in church. He laughed heartily when watching M.A.S.H and Archie Bunker and never missed the news. He loved being outside, fishing, hunting the moose he never shot, the bear he tracked for days, the one his daughters scared away because they didn't want to see it die. He loved his canoe. He loved the outdoors and was still chopping wood and working in the yard, making repairs to his house even though he was nearly blind.

If you knew Bob you knew that his family tree was such an important part of his life. He was driven to record his history, hours spent lovingly and meticulously documenting names and dates representing the lives that led to his. We encourage you all to leave your memories of Bob, your stories. He would have loved that.