Remembering my dear uncle Bob…. ⚓️ ❤️
Holidaying in Whitehaven while growing up - a visit to uncle Bob was always a must and it was always lovely to see him, Joan and Louise when they visited Kilkeel here in Northern Ireland. Uncle Bob was last here for my niece’s wedding on New Year’s Eve 2013 - he had such fun - we literally had to drag him off the dance floor - his energy was amazing! After my father Lenny passed away in 2020 I made the effort to stay in touch more often with his remaining siblings and with Uncle Bob I shall forever cherish our little phone calls. Because of my years in HM Coastguard our conversations always geared towards talk of what was happening at the lifeboat station or the successful outcome of recent call-outs… 😊 His vast knowledge on such an array of subjects was astounding - he always had a head for dates and a tale to tell and a 10 minute phone call often ended up over an hour! Our visit last year to the Lake District was my chance to spend some quality and very special time with uncle Bob - the memories we made will be treasured forever… ❤️ Uncle Bob - An amazing man who will be missed by many… A legend in the eyes of his friends and colleagues at Workington Lifeboat Station…. And a devoted and loving father/father-in-law & grandfather to my cousin Louise and her family… 🥰 Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers… 🥰🙏🏻
“The tide recedes,
But leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down,
But gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops,
And yet it echoes on
In sweet refrains;
For every joy that passes,
Something beautiful remains.“
Thank you for being you Uncle Bob and for all the lovely memories… 🥰
With love from Wendy, Keith, Julia & Jenson ❤️⚓️
Wendy Graham
24th October 2024
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Bob.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Eaves Funeral Service on 14/10/2024
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland