It was an honor to be present with Bob up until his last days - his fighting spirit and wit were with him until the end. He was kind and appreciative to the staff. He loved to read and passed down that gene to his son and grandchildren: they all can dive deep into a book! When I think of his voice now, I hear music...the way he would sing out his words. Breathe freely, dear Bob.

To My Dearest Dad, who was my hero in so many ways. He made sure I was set up for success, and rescued me from myself on more than one occasion. He instilled in me a love of nature and travelling the world that defines me today. He leaves a big hole in my life. 
I'll miss you Dad, rest peacefully.

My sweet Dad... he really was a gentle man, despite his bad choices in later years...He used to call me "Sarah Beara", loved to people watch, look at the wild life, and never once brought me into the divorce. I am very appreciative of an excellent eduaction, tutoring for my learning disability and my study abroad. He passed his days here in the best way he knew....