Like as the waves make towards the
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
Each changing place with that which
In sequent toil all forwards do
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory
And Time that gave, doth now his gift
Time doth transfix the flourish set on
And delves the parallels in beauty's
Feeds on the rarities of nature's
And nothing stands but for his scythe
And yet to times in hope my verse
Praising thy worth, despite his
Bob was a great newspaperman and a wonderful guy. I worked with him at the Herald Traveler and the Providence Journal and he brightened both newsrooms.
It saddens me to hear of Bob passing, his presence will be sorely missed. My heart goes out to his family and friends for their loss. Knowing our faith will sustain us, knowing we will all meet again in a better place will, hopefully, help with this feeling of loss.
Bob was such a wonderful family man so dedicated to Anne his daughter Megan and his beautiful grandchildren. We are so very very sorry to hear that he has passed on. We are thinking of you all. Karen and Jonathan Booraem
Our deepest sympathies to the DiIorio family. Bob was truly a special man. His love of family, kindness, caring and giving nature is what we will remember most. He will be missed. Bob is now a Guardian Angel to forever watch over his family, especially his
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