May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021
I first became acquainted with Bob as a parishioner when I arrived here in Chapman Quarries about 4 years ago. Soon after that Bob's wife, Vivian passed at Gracedale, where Bob would visit every day to spend time with the love of his life, with whom he had been married over 70 years. I heard about Vivian's passing before Sunday church and I mentioned it in the first service at Bushkill and Bob was there in the congregation. Most would have sequestered at home but Bob was devoted not only to his wife but to the Lord and then his church.
We soon became friends and several of us were disappointed that he was moving to NY to be with a niece who had been very close to a Bob & Vivian's daughter, Dotty, who had died in a car accident many years earlier. But things didn't work out up there and an opening in Kleknersville opened up through a parishioner and he lived out his days nearby where several of us could visit often. Stan Mesuch would often join us for meals and outings to events and we called ourselves The Three Musketeers. Bob and I would share a meal together most days of the week and really got to know and appreciate each other. Bob was old enough to be my dad but we got along fabulously as they say, as did many who met him. Another parishioner said, 'If you met him, you liked him.'
One day in late January he called me and weakly asked for me to call the 'wagon' for him as he was having trouble breathing. We talked a couple times on the phone while he was in the hospital including the day he died. He almost chuckled saying, "They thought I was gone this morning." He was a tough old military man and I wished I could have known him many more years but I'm thankful for the time we had together. Rest in peace, Bob! There's so much more I could say.
We soon became friends and several of us were disappointed that he was moving to NY to be with a niece who had been very close to a Bob & Vivian's daughter, Dotty, who had died in a car accident many years earlier. But things didn't work out up there and an opening in Kleknersville opened up through a parishioner and he lived out his days nearby where several of us could visit often. Stan Mesuch would often join us for meals and outings to events and we called ourselves The Three Musketeers. Bob and I would share a meal together most days of the week and really got to know and appreciate each other. Bob was old enough to be my dad but we got along fabulously as they say, as did many who met him. Another parishioner said, 'If you met him, you liked him.'
One day in late January he called me and weakly asked for me to call the 'wagon' for him as he was having trouble breathing. We talked a couple times on the phone while he was in the hospital including the day he died. He almost chuckled saying, "They thought I was gone this morning." He was a tough old military man and I wished I could have known him many more years but I'm thankful for the time we had together. Rest in peace, Bob! There's so much more I could say.