Although I didn’t have the privilege of knowing Bob’s wife personally, I wanted to share my heartfelt condolences.

Bob always spoke with such deep affection and pride about his family, and it was clear how much love and joy his wife brought into his life.

He often mentioned their beautiful garden at Champion Towers—a place that seemed to reflect the warmth and care they found in each other.

I hope Bob and his family find comfort in their memories and in the love that surrounds them during this difficult time.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye