Robert A. "Bob" Fountain

Miss you and "those days" ! Fuz

Fond memories of our friendship and laughters. Never forgotten and in our prayers. Merry Christmas RAF. Jose Penabad

Love and miss you RAF ! Fuzzy

While with us in body, Bob was the essence of love, openness, honesty and compassion. I was one of the many blessed to have known him. Humble and beautiful, Bob was an example for us all to follow.

Since leaving his body, Bob has become bigger than life. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't sense his presence. Knowing and experiencing his becoming ONE with God allows me to taste the fruit of the lessons he taught while with us on earth.

Though, Bob never really...

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below - with tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow. The light is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear - For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear - But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring, For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing. I know...

WELL HERE GOES, I'VE WAITED BEFORE WRITING ANYTHING BECAUSE I WANTED TO SAY THE RIGHT THINGS ABOUT BOB, BECAUSE HE WAS SO SPECIAL TO ME AND SUCH A KIND AND GENTLE MAN.
I THINK WHAT I REMEMEBER MOST ABOUT BOB IS HIS LITTLE CHUCKLE. I WORK WITH SHIELA AND I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN THE OFFICE (BESIDES THE SECRETARY) THAT HAS A WINDOW THAT I CAN LOOK OUT OF TO SEE WHO IS DRIVING UP. SOME DAYS I'D LOOK OUT AND HERE COMES BOB, I WOULD SAY TO MYSELF, "OH BOY, WHAT WILL TALK ABOUT TODAY."...

Bob was such a genuine person, and so conscientious about not saying anything that may be misleading or incorrect. He brought happiness to a really great friend, and for that we will always be grateful. He truly was a man of integrity and wisdom. We miss him.

Bob was unique. I'll always remember the 6+ years I worked with Bob and the special friendship we shared. Bob always could make me laugh. He loved to call me Klim and I loved to call him Bobert. I can still hear his laughter. I will miss his afternoon walks into my office, to catch a view of center street and our casual afternoon talks. Bobert, I'll always remember you. My life and the lives of my family will never be the same, because they were touched by you. Tara will always remember...

Every day I drive home on Atlantic Ave I look for Bob walking along; big strong and full of love of life.
I can see him clearly so he must still be walking with us.