Robert W. Troutman

Dear Joan, Paul & Chris, and Suzanne,
I, regrettably, never even met Bob, but I wish I had met this wonderful "cousin-in-law" of mine. After reading his obituary, my tears flowed - as my heart was touched by the caring/sharing father he had been, and the extent of his multi-faceted interests and total commitment to them all. As a former/avid vegetable and flower gardener, I would have loved talking with Bob about all things "garden". I also enjoy car racing, and Joan, sadly, I...

No bond is as great as that between a parent and child. My deepest condolences are with you as you grieve. If you need anything, please call me or walk over. I am really sorry to hear about bob.. My children enjoyed seeing him outside with the greyhound.. He will deeply be missed. It will be hard not seeing him outside working on the race car or the garden...I am here if you need anything...

Paul&Chrissy,

Sorry to hear about "Pappy" he was a great guy.You will always be in our hearts and prayers. If you need anything let us know.

Paul & Chrissy,
Words can't begin to say how sorry I am.......I will never forget Moe at all, He and Pete meant the world to Gerry and I when we were together and still mean alot to us this day even thou we went our seperate ways I never forgot all of you. My thoughts and prayers are with you all at this time and always!!

Love & God bless always,
Jenn Stutting & Cody Stutting

Dear Little Brother - Wow, did you put up one heck of a fight. You put up with so much pain and suffering this past year it is hard to believe. But you didn't complain, you just wanted to keep on living. What a man...you are my hero. I know you are resting in God's arms after that terrible year. You are also probably eating Mom's potato salad. I love you and miss you, but just knowing you are out of that terrible pain comforts me. I will meet you in heaven when my turn comes. God bless...

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.

Dad,

You fought the good fight. Going through so much pain and suffering in the last year, knowing you are with God, gives me peace. You and I didn't see eye to eye, on occasion...because Mom and Paul say I'm just like you. I will miss you every single day and remind myself how lucky I was to have had a loving, caring, Father like you. I love you.