Robert Lawrence Muir

I remember my Uncle Bobby as Uncle Booby... his red hair..and the band he was in at grammy Irenes house
.its to bad that the family didn't remember he had another niece besides Mary Jude ..me her sister. I remember watching his karate demonstrations. He died 21 days after my partner of 25 years.God rest your sole

When you look up the word dad in the dictionary you will find a picture of Mr.
Muir smiling back at you. He was always smiling and ready with a joke.  I swear he originated the dad jokes.  He was always kind, loving, and welcoming.  His house became like a second home for many of Scott's and Randy's friends. 

I have know Mr. Muir most of my life.  I was one of those kids he welcomed into his house and his life.  I met Scott in elementary school and we have been friends ever since.  His dad accepted me with open arms. He was nothing but kind to me even when I didn't deserve it.  You knew though to never get him mad as I learned early on he knew karate. But really from what I saw did he ever get mad?  His home was a safe place. I felt the love they had for each other.  It was an honor to experience that.  Through the years with all the ups and downs, he was a rock.  He fought through bad times with tooth and claw and a smile.  He taught me alot and I'm not sure he even knew it. 

I had a conversation with a mutual childhood friend a few years ago about why we could never call Mr. Muir by his first name. Mind you we were well in our forties at the time.   It was a sign of respect.  Admiration.  And love.
Thank you Mr. Muir.

I met Bob in the Army in 1964 and living opposite sides of the country, I still think of him as one of my best friends. Bob, I´ll miss our phone chats. My sincere condolences to Maureen and the entire family.
I´ll miss you my friend.

Maureen, Bob I have only known each other for about 30 years and we had lunch together only about a month ago with Dennis. We always know this happens but we are still surprised. Doug peary