Thursday, January 21, 2021

Remembering Bob


A valued friend died a few days ago.  Miss D. and I are still absorbing his loss, remembering his warmth and laughter and fellowship, saddened at the thought that we won't share them again - at least, not in this life.

Nevertheless, I refuse to get downcast or despondent at losing Bob.  He was a man among men, who lived his life on his terms, and spat in the eye of anyone who tried to force him to do otherwise.  He was a good man all around.  I'm not going to be sad that he's died, as we all must, sooner or later.  Instead, I'm going to be glad that he lived, and that I was privileged to call him and his family my friends for over a decade.

Bob was a farmer in a state where farming was always a precarious existence.  There, you wrestle your living from the soil the hard way.  No highly fertile soil, no abundant water, no balmy weather . . . just hard work and worry, day in and day out, never knowing whether each year would be boom or bust.

Bob also worked as a sheriff's deputy back in the day, to help his community and to help make ends meet.  According to those who knew him back then, he was one of the "good cops":  hell on wheels to ne'er-do-wells, but compassionate and helpful to those who needed it, and with the wisdom to judge when each attitude was appropriate.  He was what the old-timers call a "peace officer" instead of a "law enforcement officer".  Would that we still had more of them around!  His daughter continues in the family tradition, working for the same sheriff's office.

Bob enjoyed firearms and shooting, and every year he and his family hosted our Blogorado gathering where we celebrated both.  I enjoyed those times, yarning about everything under the sun, sharing good food and drink in vast quantities, sitting around the fire in the chilly evenings and sharing the fellowship.  There were also phone conversations now and then, sharing ideas, arranging meetups, and generally catching up on each other's news.  I spoke with him two or three times in the last few weeks of his life, making various arrangements, and now I'm glad I did.

Like me, Bob lived through a heart attack, but his was much worse than mine.  He only just survived it, and it left his health in a precarious state.  He knew his days were numbered, but simply shrugged his shoulders and got on with life.  We understood each other in that way.  When you're a cardiac survivor, you take life one day at a time, because you don't know when your heart will decide it's time for another round with the Grim Reaper.  We talked about that sometimes, and were mutually grateful for each extra day we've been given.

Bob's funeral will be held next week.  Miss D. and I will be attending, not to mourn his death, but to celebrate his life.  We're richer for having known him, and we'll always cherish his memory.  If the Good Book speaks truly, I hope we'll see him one day - in the right place, too!  Bob wasn't a believer, but I am, and I've said my prayers for his soul.  God grant that they helped him over the threshold of the Pearly Gates.

Others among Bob's friends have also written about their memories of him.  Lawdog's comments are here, and JB's are here.  Go read, and enjoy Bob vicariously through them.



Bob said...

Very moving Peter. I would hope someone would write something similar for me when I go. But only if they thought I had earned it.

Another Bob

Old NFO said...

He will be missed. He was the salt of the earth.

Tom said...

I am sorry for your loss, even as you rejoice in his life. Good men are hard to find, and their loss diminishes all of us. The ranks of heaven grow, even as our ranks are depleted. May you see him again.

tweell said...

So, FarmDad has been called Home. I did not know you, sir, but you were thought highly of by folks I think highly of. Fair winds and following seas.

Greg said...

An elegant eulogy, well written and from the heart. It does honor to his memory, and cautions us all to contemplate mortality for ourselves and all we hold dear. Thanks for posting.

Unknown said...

I didn't know him, and I'm lessened by that. But, through you, Lawdog, Farmgirl (when she posted) and going years back....I'd found men (and women) that I knew I wanted to be like. Much as I could, so many miles, cultures, and experiences far away.
As, I am in the end, mostly a British mind, so John Donne comes to my mind. There are people for whom this poem is a true statement. He seems like he was one of them.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

hi said...

He will be missed. BTW amazon has stopped updating your blog posts on your page there

Off The Wall said...

Condolences. Would like to have something nice like that said of me as well but haven't earned it yet.

Montieth said...

Thats unfortunate. I still remember his comments on the perspicacity of speed goats over on irc.

Please give Farmgirl and the rest of their family my condolences.