Happy Birthday Dad!! We had a family dinner, played games and laughed a lot yesterday to celebrate your life. We love a miss you everyday xxxx

Thinking of you. Happy Birthday storyteller.

You’re never forgotten. Happy Birthday Robbie.

Happy Birthday Robbie. We all miss you
xxxx

Happy Birthday Dad. I am imagining you celebrating today with Nana and Stevie, telling jokes about old age and having some big belly laughs. Thinking of you always. Love you xxxxx

Happy Birthday Robbie mate. Good memories, always remembered

Anita Louise (11.12.1971) loved and never forgotten.

On a warm late summer evening, many years ago, Robbie read to me his own versions of Little Red Riding Hood followed by The Three Little Pigs. I laughed so hard I could barely breath. Simply wonderful. Happy Birthday Robbie.

I was a Wren. Robbie was a good friend during his time at HMS NELSON and then we were at BRNC Dartmouth in the same term. I lost contact after that, but I do remember driving north from Portsmouth, Christmas 1979 with Amy, as a VERY little girl, dropping her off at Wetherby, Robby taking me to the East coast and then presumably going back to Wetherby.
Amy, you don’t need me to tell you this, but you were always his priority. You were his world! So sorry to hear he is no longer playing pranks on people. ❤️❤️❤️

Beloved Robbie. You would be 73 today. You are In my mind, heart and life at all time. Forever my beloved Knight in shining armour. ❤️

Happy Birthday Dad,

Its been a year since you passed and two of your birthdays have gone by without you here to celebrate them but not a day goes by when I don’t think about you and recall some wonderful memory about your time on this earth.

I miss you so much Dad but I know you can see us and see your beautiful granddaughters growing up into wonderful ladies and I know you would be proud. I will celebrate today because it is the day my amazing father came into this world and what a great day that was.

I love you xxxx

Fond memories of Robbie. Sorely missed, forever remembered

With fond memories of Robbie, much missed.

As Christmas approches, we fondly remember Robbie, our magnificent Santa Clause who made even adults believe in the magic of father Christmas. FAN

Remembering Robbie one year on today we all miss him.

It’s one year today. We were together in another lifetime and for a too brief but wonderful and deeply emotional period of our lives. R.I.P. my dearest story teller. You will always hold that special place in my heart.

Kind, courteous, gentle, generous, a story-teller; we remember Robbie in so many ways. For Anya he was a funny and loving uncle who was always there for her, punctual and reliable like a Swiss train. He was lion- hearted for taking feisty baby Anya for walks! Bearing gifts and balloons, he was there to celebrate every occasion with her. For Fabien and I, he was an amazing brother in- law; always there when we needed him. His warm handshake and a smile will always stay with us. Even the unfortunate illness could not rob him of his inherent kindness and courtesy.
This “ode to life” is to celebrate the life of our dear Robbie, who will always be part of us. Nandini (FAN)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAZTYW9Z7cc

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.” Rumi

We are deeply saddened that Robbie has passed away. He was our dear neighbor on the Plateau and made Rue Gilford a brighter place. What we remember most about Robbie is that whenever we looked out the window we always saw him outside, chatting to someone on the street. Everyone enjoyed talking to him. Actually, people LOVED talking to him, neighbours, people staying at the B&B, people walking by… he had kind words for everyone and lifted everyone up.

Whenever Robbie saw us on the street he never missed a chance to ask how the kids were doing - our boys loved him, even though they didn’t have a language in common.

There is no way for us to think about the Plateau without thinking about Robbie - we will always remember him with a big smile and joy in our hearts. He spread so much kindness and compassion.

Marion and Alexander

True officer and a gentleman, had a lot of great story’s and I always enjoyed his company. RIP Robbie. Gone before your time.

Gwandad... remember that time I cooked you a french style dinner, so I decided to write you a menu, and along with the theme I spelt dinner - dîner and you laughed thinking I'd spelt dinner wrong...
and the time I got an ear infection the day before I left for Australia, so you went to the chemist at 1am to get me medicine... you were so funny and kind to everybody you knew and didn't know! I loved how social you were, when we walked the streets of Montreal everybody would say, 'Hi Robbie!' I think I got that from you...
Thank you for being a part of my life, you were the best Grandad anyone could ask for. I love you x

My dear Gwandad... I love you to the moon and back. I miss you. You made this world a brighter place by being in it and I want to thank you for giving me the best mum in the world. When I think of you, I think of big warm bear hugs, ears that truly listen and love that's never-ending. You were full of knowledge and told stories that I will cherish forever. I've been completely and utterly blessed to have you in my life and those special memories will always bring a smile. I miss you so incredibly much.... until we meet again x

I first met Robbie sat on the doorstep of my Mam and Dads house in 'Sunny South Shields'. I spotted him over my Dads privet and hurriedly spat on my hands and tried to clean my muddy knees, didn't want him think of me a scruffy urchin, which of course I was haha. He didn't mind, he just got his cards out and taught me how to shuffle. Still to this day I use this passed on skill. He was always like a big brother to me. I used to visit Bea up in Helensburgh when Robbie was on patrol and was on the submarine trip Bea mentions in her post. Once I'd grown up and followed him into the Royal Navy I often travelled from my base in Portsmouth to see Bea, Robbie and now baby Amy now living near London, Hayes if I remember correctly. Robbie was a great 'lad' and will be greatly missed

I met a sailor who stole my heart
We wrote each day we were apart
Shared our trials, our joys our fears then sailed into our marriage years
Love was tested as we lost our first
She visited but briefly and it broke our hearts
But time went by we were blessed again
With a child we both loved and shared throughout our years apart
Brave Submariner, part-time actor, story-teller, brother and good friend
He enjoyed cooking - tho’ not so hot at wine- brewing - he knew his way around a toolbox and a washing machine!
His life was an adventure and his travels took him far away but brought him many good friends and interesting tales to tell.
Robbie wrote a beautiful tribute to my dad when he passed away and I love that we are joining together for this farewell memorial to a good man.
Robbie always kept love in his heart for those he held dear and along with good memories Robbie Louise Stevenson, you have left behind a bevy of beautiful girls Amy, Nicole and Danni to continue your family tree. I hope you get to see them grow and prosper.
Loved and remembered always by Pat (Harris/Stevenson/Adams)

My memories of Robbie, my brother-in-law, are of a handsome, gregarious and very funny guy. He came into my life when he married my beautiful sister, Amy's mum, one cold but sunny December day in South Shields. He really liked to entertain with his stories and jokes and I can still vividly recall his contagious laughter. The last time I saw him was at Amy's wedding in Gibraltar and he was still the same warm and gentle person. He has left a legacy of a precious daughter and granddaughters and much love.
Rest in peace in Jesus Robbie. He has you now. 

Dear my darling Dad,

I have so many wonderful memories of our time together. You were a fabulous and loving father to me and I feel so fortunate to have had you in my life for 44 years. 

In those 44 years you taught me how to ride a bike, how to change a plug, how to cook, how to shuffle cards and you taught me the one card trick I know which I still show people to this day. You used to angle the TV in the lounge so I could watch the A-Team from the bath whilst eating my dinner. You brought me little treasures home from all your travels and constantly sent me postcards and letters telling me about your adventures. This then turned into me flying solo to meet you in different places for our own holiday adventures where you would get me to try all the local foods and learn about different cultures.
Those trips inspired me me to go on and see as much of the world as I could in my lifetime just like you did and I have now passed that inspiration onto your granddaughters. 

From you I inherited my big feet and stubby toes, Nana's nose, my love of cheese, my many freckles and my blue eyes but I also inherited your calm nature, your patience and your ability to always find a silver lining in any situation. Your granddaughters have inherited your love of performing, the big feet and stubby toes again i'm afraid and your love of travel. Oh and I've passed on that one card trick I learnt to them so you'll be happy about that. 

Dad you always had a funny story for every situation so I think it is only fitting I add a funny story to this tribute. I was around 7-8 years old and you hired a camper van so we we could travel around the UK and see some sights for a week. We picked up the van and headed to the nearest supermarket to stock up our fridge with snacks for our travels. As you entered the underground car park you realised the van was too tall for that car park but, too late, you knocked the sky light off the top of the van which just happened to be above the bunk bed I was sleeping in. So for the whole week your briefcase, which you had filled up with as many heavy things as it could hold, was hanging off the skylight by a coat hanger holding it on while we drove around and was about an inch from my face every night and banged me on the head every morning when I got up. But I was just so proud that my genius Dad had come up with a solution to hold the skylight on and since that time I've always been a bit of a miss fix-it myself!! I think it was a combination of your fix-it skills and watching the A-Team. What topped that holiday off though was Billy Joel!! For the entire trip we had his album on repeat and to this day I still associate all his songs with you and know all the words to every song on that album.

I am going to miss you so much Dad but I know I can talk to you anytime I want to and you can travel to Australia whenever you feel like and see what we are doing. You were so strong and brave to the very end. I love you. Be free xxxxxx

    
 

For the last 22 years, Robbie has been my true soulmate, best friend, partner in crime, true knight in shining armour ! A kinder, wiser and more loving soul, I have not encountered. He has changed me into a better person, made me see and approach life through his gentle and wise soul. A true lover of nature and the animal kingdom. He would take a spider out, would never hurt it or any other living thing. A magician with plants, animals and people. Making them feel wonderful, lifting them !


I have been blessed beyond words to be loved by him for all these years. It has been an honour to accompany him in his illness and to be there, holding his hand when his soul left his body to reach the light.

I know he will be with me until I join him. His endless courage, strength and joy of life will keep me going ❤️

Rest in peace dear Robbie, and thanks for the memories.

Love Berny

"Home is the sailor, home from the sea"
                                RLS.

A poem for Robbie who I will miss very much. He was so vibrant in life and great fun and always had a story to tell especially from his Naval days.

SAILOR'S REST

When my sailing days are over,
And I sail the seas no more,
I shall build myself a refuge
By the ocean's murmuring shore.
As I watch the foaming breakers
When the tide comes rushing in,
I will contemplate my lifetime
With its virtues and it's sins.

Where the azure of the heavens
Meets the undulating blue
Where the sweeping, soaring seagull
Flies it's endless quest for food.
It is there that I would rest,
When my work on earth is done,
At the endless blue horizon
'Neath the crimson, setting sun.

Rest easy Robbie.
xxxxxx