Father’s Day Weekend, 2010
I lost my best friend in the world to cancer over a month ago. I’ve never lost a best friend before; It hurts, you get numb, and then it hurts you some more. Bob came into my life when I needed a friend the most. He meant everything to me. He meant everything to everyone who knew him. He inspired countless people in his life, especially over the last handful of years. As the result of a terrible accident, Bob spent his final years unable to move and yet he moved us. He moved us to believe that nothing can extinguish one’s spirit if we believe. He loved, and he lived life to the fullest. He was happier than most people I’ve met in my life. Life to him was a celebration.
I visited Bob nearly a thousand times in his last few years and never once heard him complain about his health. He valued family and friends and cherished every moment we spent with him. He brought joy to others even with the day to day challenges he faced.
He lived life by example, witnessed by the fact that his children possess the same core values by which they now live their own lives. He was their father. He was a role model for friends of his children as well, the admiration they had for him as a surrogate father is almost nonexistent in today’s society.
My son, Alex sent a very compassionate letter to Bob, which made him beam with pride as he told me of it’s content, Alex wrote, “You are like a father to me” No greater compliment could be paid this man, as this was the core of his very existence.
“Happy Father’s Day, Bobbo”