Monday, July 15, 2019
My fondest memories of Uncle Bob are of him standing at the kitchen sink on Columbia St wearing his red cap, enjoying a cold one after work or rolling his own, or telling hunting/fishing tales or at the horseshoe pit or watching him & his siblings playing a no nonsense game of club solo. “The Quiet Man.”
My heartfelt sympathy to Auntie Ann, Carol, Brian & their extended family.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal but love leaves memories no one can steal.
