Robert W. Blesch

Woke up this morning thinking about Bob and realized yesterday was 20 years since his passing. Still miss him badly.

It’s 15 years later, Bob. You’re not forgotten. Not by a long shot.

At which I was better than you. I miss you.

I put Bob's sweet, loveable Orson to rest in September at the age of 14. Orson was a guys dog when I got him but became a big momma's boy during the 6 years he lived and played with me. I will miss him hiking on the trails and fishing on the streams with me. He was such a good boy. His ashes with join Bob's at Lee's Ferry on the Colorado River.

It was a pleasure to know Bob, to count him as a friend, and to share some wonderful fishing trips with him. I have many fond memories of Bob that will be with me always. When I take my annual hike down into the Yellowstone River canyon to chase the salmon fly hatch I know that Bob will be with me.

Robert was my God Son. Because of our Navy life we rarely saw him past his childhood. We did keep up with his remarkable life of achievement through his parents. Overviewing this guest book it is obvious that the sweet, gentle little boy our family knew never changed and acquired an army of friends.
We will all remember you dear boy; rest with God.

I just learned today of Bob's death from a kind person who used to work with him at Baker-Sterchi years ago who now works with me. Turns out we both knew Bob at the same time but didn't know one another. After my profound sadness, I thought, "wouldn't Bob get a huge laugh out of the fact that we are now working together?" Bob was one of my favorite people. He possessed that rare and wonderful quality of being able to find the humor in what life served up every day. He could laugh with...