Robyn-Amos-Obituary

Robyn "Obbie" Amos Sr.

Minneapolis, Minnesota

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Amos, Robyn "Obbie" Sr. age 48, of Mpls, received his calling from God on 1/26/09. Preceded in death by parents, Jacquelyne and Albert, brother, Rico, and niece, Angel. Survived by children, Robyn, Keith Jr., Aparea, Andre, and Jacklyn Amos; granddaughter, Xaviera Smith; sisters, Tanya, Vicque and Cassandra Amos, Lerea and Lisa Law; a host of relatives and friends. Memorials preferred in lieu of flowers to family. Funeral service Saturday 1 pm with visitation 12-1 at: Washburn-McReavy Edina Chapel 952-920-3996 West 50th St. & Hwy 100
This obituary was originally published in the Star Tribune.

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Hi am robyns daughter jackie and he was a great dad! I Loved him but when you grive let it be tears of happyness out because he has not left you, shall he will see you in the future! And he loved so many people. Put now he is with GOD the greatest place you can be!!! The place he will not suffer!

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Good ole days at Eddie Websters

For God so loved the World that he gave His only, begotten Son. We are never sure why things happen in our lives, good or bad. One thing for sure is that we have loved and lost, To the Amos Family, memories is the best thing we have at a time like this and it is always the good memories that we can hold on too till we leave this place. Our hearts poor out to you and we will never forget any one of you and the love we shared in the past is still now and will be forever. God's peace will always...

God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to me".
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.

you will be dearly missed

To a good freind of mine. You will me missed. We had good times great times and even some very bad times. All these times I will carry with me. You where to young to go but the master called you and you went, see you on the other side.

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.

OOBIE