Uncle Bob and Aunt Mill came and met us when we first moved to Oregon in 1980 and he must of liked us even if he said he didn't because he kept coming back for the next thirty-six years. Once he brought me a Collection of Mark Twain stories he found or traded for while he was collecting things for his garage sales. It was my favorite book for years and a collectors edition. I remember taking walks with him near Rainier and going down to fish at the pier in Tacoma. Often Uncle Bob would hassle you for a while until Aunt Mill would say "Bob" and he would stop. Then we would look at each other and laugh. His smile and eyes gave him away and let his love for family show. I always thought of these times as a special bond and knew that if he ever stopped giving me a bad time something was wrong. Uncle Bob was my godfather and he always told me that he would do all he could for me. I believe he would and did. He has always been there for my family and I want to thank him for that. I will really miss him and won't ever stop remembering and telling stories about Uncle Bob. In his passing I wish Aunt Mill and all my cousins comfort knowing Uncle Bob is loved, never forgotten, and we are all together in this life because he was part of our lives.