David "Bob" Goss

I never knew Dave as Bob; always Bob. He was my accountant for years and both being huge racing fans, we had a lot to talk about besides finances. I was introduced to him through my father Howard, also a racing fan. Watching the CG/CPA open wheel racecars these last few years and all the success they had was a tremendous accomplishment. The opportunity to meet the men who wheeled his cars was a treat. Shocked and saddened for the loss, as I was not aware he was going through the treatment. I will miss you Dave.

Having cut Bob's hair for over 50 years there has been some wonderful conversations that I will cherish forever. He was such a delightful person and will truly be missed.

I'll always remember Dave as a good friend who unselfishly helped me out of a serious jam with the IRS in the aftermath of my divorce though his deep knowledge of how to deal with those folks and for the enjoyable conversations we had as fellow "500 Mile Race" collectors. When I last spoke with him, I shared his joy in being found "cured" of his cancer situation and remarked "Great! Now I don't have to pray for you anymore!" To which he replied "No, Doc, keep praying for me." Rest assured, pal, I am and will continue to do so. "Doc" (Dr. Tom Lucas)

My wife, Lisa, is very close to her aunts and uncles, and she still recalls precious memories of them from when she was very young as the first-born grandchild of her Goss grandparents and the first-born niece of her mother's seven siblings, including her very young teenage aunts who were available for baby-sitting and her youngest uncle, Bob, who was only nine years old when Lisa was born. Bob's many siblings and family affectionately call him Bob from his middle name, Robert (David Robert Goss). Bob was very outgoing and was always regaling us with anecdotes, humor, and laughter. He also loved to talk sports, which I always appreciated, and a bit of business here and there, which I also found interesting. Lisa's mom, Donna is the first-born child of the Goss family, and Bob the youngest. They have multiple family get-togethers every year, including an annual family reunion, which I was honored to have first attended in 1997, even before Lisa and I had started dating. At our most recent Thanksgiving this past November (2025), Bob was even more animated than usual. Understandably happy over his good results from cancer treatment, he went into great detail about his cancer treatment, which I appreciated as an opportunity to learn about such things because you never know when it might equip us to provide encouragement or knowledge to help others similarly situated in the future. Having shared a number of interests in common, such as the Indy 500 and IndyCar, and other sports, as well as automobiles - Bob also spoke of his experiences attending the huge annual auto show in Hersey Pennsylvania and how his favorite vintage autos are those from the late 1940s. He also spoke extensively about his early career and college education, during which he repeatedly stated how very fortunate and thankful he felt that his successful career path had worked out so seamlessly and so well, as he had transitioned from being a computer operator to becoming an accountant and CPA. His expression of thankfulness was very genuine and deeply meaningful and heartfelt, to the degree that I never took it as merely that which some might think to utter simply because it's on Thanksgiving Day. I also took his meaning in the spirit of acknowledging that many others are less fortunate in their pursuit of happiness. That was the last real, one-on-one conversation I ever had with Bob. Before each family dinner proceeds, Bob is always asked to say the blessing of thanks. He often therein mentions remembrance of our nation's troops. Bob's passing was completely unexpected and deeply saddens us, just when his light seemed to shine most brightly. Bob will be greatly missed. I tend to be much more emotional than I was even as a young child. Perhaps a moment of silence just before mealtime will evoke reflection and summon more than a few tears. Let the memories, stories, and laughter also flow and never end.