A few years ago when I lived in Toronto, Bob and I would meet for lunch or dinner. Somehow he had scoured the city's nooks and crannies to find the best places to eat. We would go for Indian, donair, Chinese bakeries, pizza, Ethiopian, anything really. Bob enjoyed finding new food I hadn't tried, acting as a tour guide at times as we walked about, full of information and able to answer questions regarding things I was curious about. I, in turn, was able to provide assistance in setting up his email (Bobert as I eagerly suggested and he reluctantly agreed to) and other whiz-kid tasks. He didn't prefer 'Uncle' Bob as he said it made him feel old, but 'Bob's your Uncle' will remain one of my favorite sayings.
Bob, you were loved by us, and will be missed. I will always cherish the special memory I have of you one magical Christmas night, when you took Carol and I for a silent walk in a winter wonderland, snow falling gently. May you rest in that same wonderful peace we felt that night. Marian, Bill, Matthew and Amanda.
After my going into political retirement I lost track of Bob. Over the years our paths crossed many times and I always found him to be a source of hope and inspiration despite the immediate realities being confronted. He always reminded me of Jimmy Stewart in Mr. Smith Goes To Washington. I was saddened to hear of passing, but glad to have known him. May his memory be a blessing.
To Bob's family and friends, I am so sorry to hear of his death, especially so many months later. Bob was a stalwart activist and the best supporter/ally of activist organizations. He gave a lot of thoughtful advice on strategy and made some of the best banners for us. I will try to post the pictures. Cathy Crowe, Street Nurse, Toronto