To my fun-loving, goofy, one-of-a-kind, authentic G-Bob -
You are at peace now, free of pain. You leave behind so many that love you and cherish you. My childhood is filled with memories of you and Cici flying out to California to see us and to celebrate Holidays and milestones. Trips to Florida for family reunions, trips to North Carolina to visit you and Cici.
Over Thanksgiving while visiting with Mom and Anne along with Kicker and their son, Oak, Anne and I reminisced of visits from you and Cici when we were children. I held my nephew in my arms while Anne and I laughed and recounted afternoons of playing with you (albeit, more like playing “on” you, like a jungle gym) until you insisted that you “just needed to rest your eyes for a minute”. We didn’t understand the concept of needing a nap; we wanted to keep playing. We cherished every moment we had with you. Saying goodbye before you and Cici got on a plane to head back to North Carolina was always so sad, but we had so many memories to hold onto and looked forward to our next visit with you.
There is an endless list of “G-Bobisms”. I’ll never look at a Gold Dollar coin without thinking of you. I’ll have to carry on the “crack an egg” tradition with Oak and future nieces/nephews and grandchildren. (I’m sure Anne gets that reference). You were always being goofy, letting us put our dress-up clothes on you! You were such a good sport with us girls.
You were truly the best Grandfather a girl could ask for, and I hope to successfully emulate the love that you had for us and showed us with my nieces/nephews and grandchildren.
Thank you for loving us the way that you did. I’ll love you forever, G-Bob.
Rest In Peace.
