ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Robert Perri, born on November 23, 1937. He passed away peacefully at home on May 10, 2021 at age 83 (1000 moons). He was the light of our lives and we miss him dearly. 

Bob was the youngest of five Perri sons and the last of his brother's to pass away. His beloved mother Maria and father Nicola and their oldest son Vince  immigrated from Calabria, Italy to Ellis Island NY in 1928. They first settled in Wisconsin, where Bob was born and later made their way across the country to California. Bob had a great admiration for his parents and his four older brothers, Vince, Ralph, Frank, and Ben. Later in their adult life, the five Perri brothers would have reunions together at Bob’s cabin at Lake Tahoe. They especially enjoyed reminiscing about their childhood days. 

In 1960, Bob earned a BS degree in engineering and business management from San Jose State University. He began a successful career as an aerospace engineer at LMSC/Lockheed Martin. During some of his early years at Lockheed, he provided industry-related college courses to students at San Jose State University and Santa Clara University.  He was a guest speaker at many IBM conferences for information about the first CAD/CAM program that began at Lockheed. In 1994, after 34 successful and rewarding years, he retired early from Lockheed as Division Director for Media Services. Bob was well respected and admired by his co-workers and friends.  Privately, he was an investment adviser, and tax preparer for family and friends. 

Bob and Ann first met at Lockheed in 1962. As a joke, a co-worker of Ann's who knew she wanted to meet Bob, put a note in Bob’s wrecked, red MG with Ann’s phone number to call for "car repair"!  The next day at work, Bob introduced himself to Ann, and they laughed about the note, and later he asked her out on a date. They had an instant attraction to each other, and soon realized they were very compatible, and fell in love. They dated for a year and got married in 1963. It was a very happy marriage and a blessed family life with their two children, and later with wonderful spouses and three beautiful grandchildren. This August would have been Bob & Ann's 58th Wedding Anniversary.

Bob was a gentle and kind person. He had the most loving and easy going nature. He was a good listener and an excellent teacher. He was very constructive and efficient with his time, and could balance between work and relaxation, and especially to spend time with his family. For many years, Bob was the team coach for Gina and John's various sports, and also the commissioner for MV/LA, CYSA boys soccer teams. Bob was an avid reader and knowledgeable about many subjects such as nature, conservation, science, religion, and economics etc.  He played Sudoku daily to keep his mind sharp and he taught himself how to do magic tricks and became quite good at it!

Bob was a wonderful husband, loving dad and papa, and he was very devoted to his children and grandchildren. Bob was a naturalist and he enjoyed spending time in the great outdoors exploring nature. One of Bob’s greatest joys was being at the cabin at Lake Tahoe with his family and friends, and going on walks in the nearby meadow and to the lake, and on many hikes in the Desolation Wilderness area. Bob took two of his great-nephews hiking on the Pacific Crest Trail, and afterwards they joked that they almost hiked to Alaska with Uncle Bob!  And, there were many wonderful times at the lake in the summer and the winter with family and friends too. 

Bob always enjoyed planning and taking the family on summer vacations to see the different National Parks.  After Bob retired, he and Ann went on amazing car trips driving from North to Southern Italy and would visit their longtime Italian friends in Milan. On one of the trips to Southern Italy, some of Bob's family were found in the small mountain village where his parents were from. It was wonderful meeting with aunts and cousins for the first time. The Perri family story of immigrating to the U.S. is a remarkable legacy for our family and especially for the grandchildren.

Bob was passionate about gardening and spent many hours every day in his garden. He generously shared the vegetables and citrus fruit with family and friends. Bob would plant anything Ann asked him to try growing. He was the ‘farmer’, and she was the ‘cook’. Bob loved to eat good wholesome food, and would always compliment Ann on her cooking, especially for cooking the vegetables grown in his garden. Bob also became very skilled at baking, and every week he baked handmade sourdough bread and granola. At Christmas, he made delicious Italian Biscotti (like his Mom’s) and traditional Panettone bread.

Bob loved to hike, and Ann called him her ‘mountain man'.  Before children, Bob and Ann went on many hiking trips in the Sierras. After early retirement, Bob started going on annual backpacking trips every Fall with his childhood friend, Larry who had retired the same time as Bob. They would alternate choosing the location and planning their hiking trips, and most were at different National Parks. Over the years, they made trips to some of the most beautiful parks in the country and continued this yearly tradition into their late 70's.

Bob was a lifetime supporter of many local environmental and conservation programs. He was a longtime volunteer on a number of different assignments for the Peninsula Open Space Trust (POST). Most notably, he was a docent for 20+ years at Ano Nuevo State Park on the San Mateo coast. He loved being at the ocean and to provide informative tours for visitors at the park to see the elephant seals in their natural environment. The drive on Highway One to the park was a favorite, and he always talked about the beautiful view of the ocean.

Bob often said he felt very blessed to have such a loving family, and that he lived a full and wonderful life. He was a devoted husband, dad, and papa who dearly loved his family, and his family adored him. His love, wisdom, and light-heartedness will be greatly missed. 

Thank you to all our friends and family for their loving support, and for all the heartfelt cards and words of sympathy for our loss.


Posted by Gina Perri on May 22, 2021
When Great Trees Fall


by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.



When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.



When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.


Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance,
fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of
dark, cold

caves.



And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

*Thank you to our dear friend Bodhi Freedom for sending this beautiful poem

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Posted by Gina Perri on May 22, 2021
When Great Trees Fall


by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.



When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.



When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.


Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance,
fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of
dark, cold

caves.



And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

*Thank you to our dear friend Bodhi Freedom for sending this beautiful poem
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