Robert C. Pugmire

Wow, can't believe we didn't put anything in the original Guest Book, Pug was our best man at our wedding in 1996. Great friend, Yvonne and Ron Moyer

Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!

He was a man of integrity and goodness.

It hardly seems like a year since you died. Mom sent me a picture if the two of you and I had never seen it before. You were both young, happy and in love. I fixed it as a screensaver on my work computer. I stared at it for an hour. I stared at you for another hour after that ... the features that were so predominant in Beth and I ... your nose, your forehead and your smile.

Regret, so much regret, but no anger.

Rest well Soldier.

Your humble daughter,

Dad:It's hard to believe it's been a year since you passed.Now,as we face a new set of challenges in our family,I feel your guiding hand on my shoulder,letting me know it'll be OK.I love you,dad.I credit you for a lot of what I've become,and a lot of what I passed on to your grandsons.There will always be a little bit of your love and humor walking around.Until we all meet again,I'll continue to call for a hug long distance.
Your daughter,beth.

It hss been a year since you left us. When I think of you I still smile. I am going to have this printed and thought it would be good to put a little of your earlier history. Born in Waupaca, Wisc. 4th child of Veda and Kermit Pugmire. I understand you were an excellent student (no surprise there), and Homecoming King (no surprise there either). I met you while you were at Yale the first time.
It was friction at first site. But, things changed. You have been an adventure in my...

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome...

A year has passed Bob, but we all still think of you. Your brother Tom

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

It has been a year since you left us.
You will never leave our memories.