Robert D. Maxwell was my father-in-law, I am married to his oldest son. During my first pregnancy while Bobby and I were still living in Wilmington I went to see Bobby at work one night. As I went to leave my car wouldn't start and I quickly realized I was out of gas. So I called Sharon and asked if someone could come pick me up and take me to the gas station to get gas to put in my car. She told me Rob would be right there. I asked for him to hurry since I had to pee. 20 minutes later Rob finally pulls in. Now where Bobby worked was only 5 minutes from where he lived. In the truck I hop and ask him what took so long. He had to find a gas can was his reply. I quickly explain to him that my bladder is about to burst and he busts out laughing saying he would have hurried if he had known. Rob laughed the whole way to the gas station. Rob was always willing to help me out when I got stuck in any sticky situation. Yeah he would laugh while helping but that was just how he was. I hadn't known him nearly long enough before he passed and I miss him dearly. Zoey still talks about her papaw. One of these days when I tell her that story I'm sure she will laugh hysterically just like Rob.