Hard to believe on this day seven years ago I was on my way to see you. Little did I know that would be our last visit; we enjoyed lunch together, I cut your hair, we talked and laughed. I'm so glad we shared that day together, and I was there when you took your last breath. Shine bright in the stars above.
The post "When I'm Gone", on Aug. 8, 2017, is how you saw life.

You must be celebrating your birthday in heaven as it's a beautiful sunny day with temperatures expected to rise to 40 F. On days like this you'd revel in skiing, then enjoy laughter while having a beer with friends. Happy birthday on what would've been your 70th. No longer are you defined by the ravages of Parkinson's. Soar amongst the stars just as you did while skiing the slopes...

Today would've been your 69th birthday, a day to celebrate. With blue skies, sunshine and yes, winds, your day comes in with gusto. Hoping the winds blow away COVID 19, and bring much needed snow to our Snowy Range where your ashes have rested since your death.

This is the date of your birth, and it was a celebration. It's a beautiful day with snow gently falling...I still miss those days when we'd play cribbage, cook up something tasty together, read a book and listen to music. I still sing off key and am singing "Happy birthday" to you now.

On this the 2nd year of your passing, you are still thought of often. You're there in the stars, no longer pained by the earthly limitation of Parkinson's disease. I know you're safe.

Mary, you don't know me but I was looking at a shotgun custom made for a Robert Monteith. Just wondered if it was Bob's. It's for sale at Collector Firearms in Houston Tx. I googled his name and found this site.

Mary , it would be nice to talk with you sometime, I just saw Bob's obiturary. I was his legal assistant/secretary for many years and got to know him well. He did tell me about you and how much he enjoyed talking with your father and even sent me a pic of you two, I may still have it. Anyway, maybe we could meet sometime at The Friendly Store, is that where Bob's grave marker is out back?! Maybe you could show me?
Oh, I bought Bob's 1989 LeBaton convertable, and still have it. I should drive it up. 
Sharon Nichols

This would've been Bob's 66th birthday. We'd start the day singing "Happy Birthday" off key...because we couldn't sing any other way. He loved when my family did that...his day was a celebration! With thoughts of you, I sing.

Robert A. Monteith didn’t want an obituary, this is a glimpse at this brilliant man’s life lasting Feb. 7, 1952- July 20, 2017. Bob passed away from complications due to Parkinson’s disease, with his friend, Mary Fick Monteith at his side. 
Born in Waterloo, IA, the child of Arnold Purdy Monteith and Mabel Virginia Gould Monteith, Bob graduated from high school in Sidney, NE. He earned a degree in Journalism from UNC- Greeley, graduating magna cum laude in 1975. He pursued work in journalism in CO, NM and finally, Laramie. He obtained his Juris Doctorate from the University of Wyoming in 1982, entering private legal practice emphasizing commercial, bankruptcy and trial law. He obtained an MBA from UW in 1992.
This combination of skills enabled him to practice law, in addition to writing text materials, designing and presenting education seminars at Western WY Community College, Central WY Community College, University of Wyoming, and other institutes. He provided instruction in the classroom, by compressed video and through web-based classes. He was a member of the WY Bar Association, retiring in 2012 due to declining health. He was a member of the Mensa organization and Elks for decades.
He loved to travel. Alaska, Wisconsin, Florida and Texas were favorite fishing spots. He hunted with friends in the mountains of WY and NM. An interest in the genealogical roots of the name Monteith took him to Scotland. Those roots revealed origins of Menteith of Clan Graham, inspiring him to attend the Scottish Highland Festivals in Estes Park. It was here that he purchased his kilt and supporting Scottish attire, which he wore to formal and community events.
An avid outdoorsman, Bob loved downhill skiing, hunting and fishing. When not involved in these activities, he enjoyed a good BBQ, WY Public Radio, watching football or baseball, playing card and board games. Being a man of many skills, he built, then lived in, each of three log cabins in Centennial, WY…this was his home and his family for nearly 30 years. A celebration of life will be held 4-7 p.m. Weds. Aug. 30th, in the grove behind The Friendly Store in Centennial. For more information, phone (307)721-2970.
Parkinson’s disease cut short Bob’s quality of life, even receiving the best of care from the University of Colorado-Anschutz neurologists. With the assistance of Montgomery-Striker Funeral Home, his brain was donated to UC, to further Parkinson’s research, and his body cremated. Donations may be made in Bob’s name to: University of Colorado Foundation (with Fund #0223903 in the memo line), PO Box 17126, Denver, CO 80217-9155.

When I'm Gone by Mrs. Lyman Hancock

When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile.

Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done,
Forget that I ever had a heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun.

Forget that I have stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought
Some hard battles and won,
Ere the close of the day.

Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day,
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay

And come in the evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west,
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

There will be a Celebration of Bob's life on Weds., Aug.30th from 4-7 p.m. in the grove behind the Friendly Store in Centennial, WY. I'll furnish hamburgers and hot dogs, friends please bring a dish to share, a chair and beverage for yourself. if you have any photos or memories to share, we'll enjoy reliving those special events in Bob's life.

It was God's will that we met when we did, and that I would be there with him on the day he died. The man I couldn't live with; but loved to the end. He built 3 log cabins in his life and was a Mensa for decades. He was an extraordinary fisherman, elk and deer hunter, master at BBQ-ing, gardener and game lover. Known in Centennial as "Lawyer" Bob or "Farmer" Bob, he could make me laugh...