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Dad's Eulogy by Savahnna

February 25, 2014 - Theresa Proudfit
After doing Eulogy's for both my grandmother and grandfather's funerals I was happy to pass the torch to my eighteen year old niece Savahnna to do my father's Eulogy. It wasn't easy to say goodbye to such a well liked man, but I think Savahnna did a pretty darn good job. I love you Nanners and I'll Miss you Daddio.

"Hi Everybody thanks for coming. I’m Bob’s oldest grand daughter Savahnna. I would like to say a few words about my Grandpa.

Robert S. Peterson, the life of the party, the man of the hour, the guy who can make you smile no matter what. Bob was a wonderful husband, father, brother, uncle and grandfather. He was a hardworking man who partied as hard as he worked. When he wasn't working he was an outdoors man, he loved to hunt and fish.

He was willing to do whatever he could to help you out. He was positive and entertaining. When you meet him it was hard not to like him. He may not of said I love you first, but he always said I love you back. He loved his family. Bob liked to play in a pool league with his wife Kathy, son Clint, favorite daughter in law Jodie, and his out-law John Fredrickson. He loved to get together with family and friends and sing karaoke. He usually had the myke in one hand and a drink in the other. The kids remember camping at Carney Lake when they were young and hanging out at Bill and Kathy's house in Quinnesec. He also loved playing cards. Smear and cribbage were his favorites.

He loved his music. He was always whistling or singing along to his favorite bands. Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, Johnny Cash, Eagles, ZZ Top, Santana, and Savoy Brown were just a small part of his collection. Bob had a nickname for everyone, a lot of you have heard the names Shorty, Chub, Nannie, Sassy Cassie, Breezy, Chicken little, Tony Galento, Big John, The Hammer, Bear-New, Junko, Chalet on the lake, The ZackSter, Trick or Treat, Poor little neglected one, Mar-Koooch and Jodie Bay Bay.

Bob was a soccer coach for many years. Coaching both Clint and Theresa's teams into tournament play offs. He loved working on game plans at night and trying kids out at different positions on the field. After every game he would call his players and thank them for a job well done. Over the years he would run into players and would still call them by their soccer nicknames.

When he wasn't giving people nicknames he was making memories with his family and friends, I remember when I was little, he would play some music in our family room, our song New York, New York would come on. He would pick me up and put me on the edge of our pool table, hold my hand and walk me around the table as we sang the song.

Clint remembers when Bob Told him "Throw the ball as hard as you can!". He threw it so hard it went over his dad's head and broke the windshield of the truck. After it happened Bob didn't say a word they just walked away. That was the last time Clint remembers playing catch.

Theresa remembers being cut off financially in college but asking her father for money for a trip to Chicago. He faxed her a copy of his credit card and said "If you can find a way to use it, use it." She called in an order for over a hundred dollars worth of Chinese food for 10 of her friends and they paid her in cash.

Becky remembers being home with her dad shortly after his back surgery. She wanted to watch cartoons and he wanted to watch Die Hard. So he turned it into a game, The first one to get their place on the bed picks the channel. Even recovering from surgery Bob won every time. Still to this day Becky can quote all the Die Hard movies.

Zack remembers when Grandpa and I went on road trips and grandma couldn't come. He always said “Grandma's not with, want to go to Red Lobster?”

Just about everyone has a great memory or story to tell about my grandpa. He is going to leave a large void in our lives. He was someone you could not forget. He will be in our hearts, and souls. The memories will never be lost in the back of our minds, they will be told to our future children and lived on by family and friends who knew him.

Even though his life was cut short, we have peace knowing his years of pain and suffering have ended and he's been reunited with his loving parents. Goodbye Grandpie, I will miss you."

- Written and read at his memorial Service by Savahnna Pollock.

 
 

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