Words cannot express the gratitude I feel towards the overwhelming support from everyone who knew my father and the kind of man he was.
Friday night I lost my best friend, my coach, my teacher, my confidant, my biggest fan, the grandfather of my children, the husband to my mother, and the captain of my ship. He taught me how to use a shovel, chop wood, mix concrete, swing a hammer, catch a fish, and grow a garden. He taught me a ferocious work ethic and gave me every tool I needed to become a man and a father to my own children. He gave me endless support and always ended every conversation with saying "I love you". To say that Bob loved his town and loved Lawrence baseball would be a huge understatement. Today, all of the fish out there in the Atlantic rest a little easier knowing that Bob has forever put down his fishing pole. Catch a big one Pops... May you Rest In Peace