Robert-Dingman-Obituary

Robert B. Dingman

Kingston, New York

1940 - 2016

About

LOCATION
Kingston, New York

Obituary

Send Flowers

Robert B. Dingman KINGSTON- Robert B. Dingman, 75, of Progress Street, Kingston, passed away Monday, June 6, 2016, at Golden Hill Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. Bob was born in Kingston, N.Y. on Nov. 30, 1940, a son of the late Vincent J. and Evelyn (Nickerson) Dingman. Bob was employed with...

Read More

Guest Book

Not sure what to say?

It saddens me to read about the passing of Bobby. When I was only a 17 year old kid who worked my first job in the Meat Dept at Grand Union in 1974, Bobby was a mentor to me. I always considered him a friend for that. To his family, I extend my sincere condolences.

Bob was a soft spoken man of few words and at family gatherings I always made it a point to sit next to him, because when he did speak, he always made me laugh with his honestly and touch of sarcasm.You will be missed at the dining room table and always.love Crista

My heartfelt prayers are with all the family. Bob is in a better place and finally free! I will miss seeing him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette. Nothing could get him more riled up than talking politics. Just love this guy!

Kathy and Joe,
Bobby will be missed. I have so many pleasant memories. He's at peace with Karen now. I'm so glad to have had him in my life.

I have many pleasant memories of him. He has peace now.

Kathy and family,

I am so sorry for your loss. But God seen he was getting tired and pulled him in his arms. Dad is no longer in pain. Love you...
Xoxoxo

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well lived.

My most sincere condolences to Kathy, Joseph, Jean and your whole family. You are in my thoughts and prayers as you mourn. May you find comfort in the many fond memories you shared. May Bob rest in peace!

Kathy and Joseph,

When I think about your dad, I have a vivid picture of him standing in front of the camp, in a flannel shirt, holding a cup of coffee. How wonderful when I read in his tribute about his love of a good cup! As I get older, I treasure so much the joys of just being a kid, with adults nurturing us so that we became responsible adults. I hope that your wonderful memories are a comfort to you at this sad time.

Martha Steuding Bilsback