The purpose of this page is to provide us with an opportunity to remember those of our loved ones who have passed away. You may wish to post a poem or a note. Please submit your memorial to us via email. It will be posted to the website as soon as possible.

Thanks to Susan Glavan for this wonderful suggestion.

In loving memory :

  • Kevin Ian Breed
    submitted by: Donna Smith and family

  • Anita Nicholls
    submitted by: Russell Nicholls and family

  • Candice Campbell
    submitted by: Rob Campbell and family

  • Lynn Tempest
    submitted by: Charlie Tempest and family

  • Margaret Nicholls
    submitted by: Gary Nicholls and family

  • Laverna Sullivan
    submitted by: Rev. Brian Sullivan and family

  • Allen Nicholls Sr
    submitted by: Allen Nicholls' family

  • Brenda Van Slack
    submitted by: John Nicholls and family

  • June Barbara Nicholls
    submitted by: John Nicholls and family

  • James Raymond Nicholls
    submitted by: Jim and Nancy Nicholls and family

  • Our parents (Albert and Edith Nicholls)
    submitted by: Allen Nicholls - September 22, 2007 (presented at the family reunion)

    A tribute to our parents

    As the longest living member of the family, I'd like to grant due respect to our parents for their unwavering efforts rearing, guiding, clothing, and feeding a family of 10 children.

    Dad's job consisted of day work wherever and whenever available to make whatever money he could. As a result of his work, he was seldom home when his jobs took him to Hamilton, Niagara Falls and as far off as Port Rowan and many more areas. One of his jobs was selling fruit trees, which gave him a longing to see the Okanogan Valley in B.C. where they came from. It was many years later, after Grandma passed away he made his wish known. As I was available and he had a new car, I offered to take him. He choose to go fishing instead and that was the very day we all remember and we buried him instead three days later.

    While Dad was away so much, Mother had the lion's share of the work and responsibility of rearing the family. Each day brought new challenges, cold house each morning. Cooking done on wood burning stove, no furnace, no hydro, no gas, no radio, no TV in those days. Our main diet was oatmeal porridge and burnt toast. Supper with potatoes or beans, not both, homemade bread which Mother made each day. Royal yeast was slow rising so kept her up late at night to bake it. As she'd had a long day, she fell asleep in the rocking chair to wake up to burning bread crust. Her days were spent in washing clothes, lots of diapers every day along with meals and outside work - no wonder she fell asleep in the rocking chair.

    No bathroom with comfort. Thank God for the old cataloges handy out there. Her clothes dryer summer and winter was a wire line between two trees or the crowded little house strung around the room.

    When a new baby was on the way the doctor came giving Dad instructions to boil water. That he did as only Dad could do. He made a roaring fire that could have burned the little house down. Dad never realized the doctor had no need for all the boiling water.

    Mother had a big family and very little help but Sunday was a day of worship and she would dress us all up and walk two miles each way on the sorest feet you could imagine.

    I was sick for three months at age 17 and Mother was there for me always the entire time. She was the most selfless person I ever saw. May God bless her and she rest in peace.

    I am and I imagine the rest of us thank them both, they did their very best with what they had in the time we lived in as we all grew up.

  • Victor Nicholls
    submitted by: Edwin Nicholls - March 01, 2005

    "Dad, I just wanted you to know...

    On the mantle there is a picture of you Dad. It's a picture of you and Mom. In that picture you are both smiling a very special smile. It is a smile that warms me with contentment and happiness to know that you were so happy in your life together. It is a smile that reminds me of all the smiles we shared as I was growing up. It makes me smile whenever I see that smile Dad. And the best part is that I always smile back and know that you passed that ability to enjoy life on to me. I treasure that ability to find the best in all situations and people. I know that gift came from you. I often see that smile in the mirror, and when I do, I laugh and smile again.

    I am smiling as I remember you today and I am grateful."

    Your son,

  • Victor Nicholls
    submitted by: Sandra Desmarais - February 19, 2006

  • Arnold Nicholls
    submitted by: Sandra Desmarais - December 26, 2005
    Some People

    Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
    Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
    Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.
    ~Flavia Weedn~

    Thank you for all the foot prints that you left on my heart.

Ella's Letter from Heaven to her Family:

I'm writing this from Heaven; there are things I'd like to say
But first of all to let you know, that I arrived O.K.
I can truly tell you this, because I live here up above
There are no tears or sadness here, only God's eternal love

Please don't be unhappy because I'm out of sight
Remember that I'm with you, every morning, noon and night
The day I had to leave you, when my life on Earth was through
God picked me up and hugged me and He said "I welcome You"

It's good to have you back again, we missed you while you were gone
Don't worry about your family, they will be here later on
You're in the perfect position now, so if you wouldn't mind
There is so much we have to do to help out all mankind...

He gave me quite a list of things that He wished for me to do
And foremost on the list was to watch and care for you
As you lie in bed at night and your cares are put to flight
That's when God and I are nearest you... in the middle of the night

When you think about my life on Earth, and all those loving years
Because you are still mortal, there are bound to be some tears
Do not be afraid to cry, for it does relieve the pain
We wouldn't have the flowers unless we have some rain

I wish that I could let you know all that's in your plan
But if I were to tell you, you might not understand
But one thing is for certain, though my life on Earth is over
I'm closer to you now then I ever was before

There are precious things ahead for you and there might be hills to climb
But together we can work it out, taking one day at a time
This was always my belief and I'd like you to know it too:
That what you give back to the world, the world will give to you

If you can help somebody out who is experiencing some pain
Then you can say to God at night, that your day was not in vain
So if you meet somebody, who is sad or feeling low
Just extend a hand to help them out, returning favors as you go

And now I am so happy; my life was so worth while
Knowing that I've helped you all has filled my soul with smiles
So when you're walking down the street and you have me on your mind
Please know I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind

So when It's time for you to go and you're ready to be free
Remember you're not leaving, you're just coming home to me!

From your Mom Ella B. Nicholls

P.S: We haven't had a minutes rest since your brother Rob arrived - he's already sold me a yellow Hummer! I love it! He says to tell you he's well, happy and that he loves you all very much!

By Richard Mahaffy (revised by Sandra Desmarais)


We all love you Mom!

  • submitted by: Stephanie Heitman - October 28, 2005

    My memories of Robert are of many years ago, but right there in my mind like yesterday. The main one was of a time when we where visiting Uncle Victor and Aunt Ella. We had borrowed a tent and Rob threw blueberries into it...and I, always the cleaner, told him to clean it up...naturally he wouldn't, so I threw him in and zipped it up...Needless to say, there was a lot of screaming and Aunt Ella heard this and saw what was going on and told Robert to clean it up, and for me to let him out...Long story short, he cleaned it along with having his hair stick to his head because the tent was so hot.

    Having him here at my home for the memorial for his Mom after so many years had passed was a great joy for me, even though it was at a sad time..Life has a way of turning sad times into happy times by drawing loved ones together.

    Even though Rob is gone and we never got to know him well as an adult, his memories will live on through us all.

  • submitted by: Susan Glavan - October 24, 2005

  • submitted by Webmaster; picture courtesy of Susan Glavan

    In loving memory of
    Robert Nicholls,
    who passed away September 24, 2005. He will be missed.

    In loving memory of Robert Nicholls, a dear brother, husband, cousin, uncle, and friend

  • submitted by: Susan Glavan - October 21, 2005

  • Oct 20 2005

  • submitted by: Meredith Desmarais - October 06, 2005

    Wow...well I haven't done this in a while, and its sad that i'm doing it now under the cirumstances. i just read my mom's tribute to grandma, grandpa, uncle arn, and uncle rob....and i have to tell you all...i've never started to cry so quickly by just reading something as i did when i read that. mainly because i only got to meet two of the four. i wouldve given my life to meet uncle arn and grandpa though. from what my mom has told me i'm a little bit too much like uncle arn and i think we would've gotten along just fine! grandma and grandpa made my mom the strong and wonderful woman she is today and i thank them both for that. uncle rob....he was quite the guy...i sit here remembering all the christmas' that he spent with us...and no matter what he got from us.... even if he hated it (which i'm sure he never did)....he'd ALWAYS say "That's beauts....thats beauts"....or his infamous line "hey know what i like about you...nothing" i'm gonna miss him calling just to see how everyone was doing. and grandma....this woman was truely amazing. whenever i think about my grandma...i always think how she could make even farting cute. she'd be sitting there in her rocking chair...tissue shoved up her up in her hair net, rocking a brooch on her blouse... and all of a sudden, you'd hear a little toot...(obviously grandma letting one go) and you'd look at her and she'd just act like she hadnt even done anything. it was one of her trademarks, and it made her great. grandpa, i wouldve loved to meet you, from what i've been told you were one really special man, same with you uncle arn...i'd give you a run for your money with all the teasing though i'm sure :) so to all of you, i love you with all my heart, always have....always will....we'll meet again.

  • submitted by: Sandra Nicholls Desmarais - October 02, 2005

    While seeking family comfort after receiving the news that I had lost my brother Rob, I turned to the Nicholls family website. I scrolled through the various headings and I saw the Memorials. I went there and I was pleased to find endearing tributes - some simple, some elaborate. I decided that it would be very therapeutic if I wrote one myself about my family. I'm unique and truthful, so this won't be sappy! But it will come from my heart...

    To my Dad, Victor Harold Nicholls: (although Mom called you Harold!)
    I can remember sitting on your knee by the wood stove, holding my sweater to my cheek, sucking my fingers backwards, and feeling that I was in the safest, warmest place in the world. I was born on your birthday and I always felt that this was such a great honor. To this day I am still proud to tell people that. It made me feel so special (and growing up with five other children - the little things counted!) We went everywhere together. I was your little partner. I love you so much. Losing you made a great void in my life. I didn't always agree with all of your moves, but I guess it was one way to get a holiday! It hurt a great deal to be taken away from my extended family and my roots, but it helped to turn me into the open minded person that I am today, and for that I thank you Dad! It's taken me far!

    To my mother Ella Borghild Nicholls:
    I have to be honest - you were never like all the other mothers I knew! Even though you weren't demonstrative, you gave me such a feeling of love and security I can't put it into words. I may not remember the whippoorwill song at night or being tucked in, but I do remember that you always said "Sweet dreams! See you in the morning..." That was my assurance that you would always be there when I woke up. On the rare occasion you forgot to say it, I would run back to the top of the stairs and prod, "Mom! Sweet dreams...?" and get you to say, "Oh! See you in the morning!" There are so many great things to remember! So much that there isn't enough room to write it all. But the one thing I do remember is that you taught me to accept and respect people the way they are, regardless of their differences (and yes, this even means people with tattoos, etc.!) You taught me to honor the way other people believe, because you always said this: "What a sad world it would be if we all believed the same way." I will never forget that. Thanks Mom. This has helped me to raise three beautiful, open-minded, spiritual daughters. I know you are proud of them!

    To my brother Arnold Benjamin Nicholls:
    What can I say Arn - you would have made the Pro Hockey Leagues without a doubt! I would have been your greatest fan! But I know you're on a pro hockey team in heaven, so you got your big break! Your artwork would have graced many a gallery, and I know I would have had a house full of it. I never had the privilege of knowing you for a long time, as I was only nine when you passed away, but I know I loved you. Your leaving scarred me for life, and I never healed from it. You weren't perfect, though! You were the biggest tease I have ever known! (except for my Meredith - I believe you live on in her!) Yes, I admit it though - I miss your teasing. I would have endured it for a lifetime to have you here with us. I would have loved to have had you as a big brother now. You would have protected me and stood up for me on all accounts. I know that for sure! Thanks Arn.

    To my brother Robert Ernest Nicholls:
    I never got to spend a great deal of time with you - you were a busy man, never in one place too long and always on the go! But you were always just a phone call away. I'll miss that. You moved out at an early age, so my recollections of you are a little sparse in my childhood. One thing I do know about you though, is that you were the greatest salesman and the biggest card that ever lived! I know without a doubt, you'll be teaching that art in Heaven! I'm sorry about the circumstances that made it unable for me to say goodbye. It hurts me a GREAT deal, but I know that you understand. Rob, I'll miss you more than you'll ever know. Sell a lot of cars, do a lot of sailing, charm them with your quick wit - you'll keep them hopping! And Rob, one last thing - in your own words, "You know what I like about you? Nothing" Ha ha!

    Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there... I do not sleep.
    I am the thousand winds that blow...
    I am the diamond glints on snow...
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you waken in the morning's hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of gentle birds in circling flight...
    I am the soft star that shines at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry
    I am not there... I did not die...

    Much love to all of you,
    Your daughter and sister Sandra Nicholls Desmarais

  • submitted by: Candy Campbell - July 06, 2005
    (Grandpa) Glenn Nicholls
    Grandpa always had a smile and kind word. He was well known for his bone-crushing hugs, kisses on the lips, and many stories and poems from yesteryear.
    We knew this would happen one day...but it came as a shock that he passed away when he did. He lived his life until the end! (He was on his way to Mount Rushmore for Father's Day, when he was first hospitalized.)
    I'll miss you, Grandpa and will always remember you as the wonderful, loving, caring man that you were! You'll be forever in my thoughts and I'll love you always!

  • submitted by: Edwin Nicholls - June 22, 2005
    (Uncle) Glenn Nicholls
    I always admired Uncle Glenn for never being very far from a laugh or a smile. He truly was a man who loved life and the people in his life, especially his family.

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan
    Victor Nicholls
    Dear Dad, We have such wonderful memories, much dearer than gold, of a Father whose worth, can never be told. Deep in our hearts your memory is kept, to love, to cherish, never to forget. With Much Love and Affection, Your Children: Edwin, Robert, Susan, Sandra & Ronald

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan
    Ella Nicholls
    Dear Mom, Your life is a beautiful memory, your death is a silent grief. You sleep in God's beautiful garden, in sunshine and perfect peace. We miss you, oh how much, but realize God knew best. He let us have you many years, then gently bade you rest. With Much Love and Affection, Your Children: Edwin, Robert, Susan, Sandra and Ronald

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan
    Arnold Nicholls
    Dear Arnold, There is a Family who misses you, and finds time long since you went. Tears that we shed are in silence and we breathe a sigh of regret, for you were ours and we remember, those fond memories, we'll never forget. With Much Love and Affection from your Brothers and Sisters - (You were gone from our midst too young and too soon. You live on in our hearts.): Edwin, Robert, Susan, Sandra and Ronald

  • submitted by: Sis/ Allen
    Dear Elaine, Seven years have passed and we miss you as much today as we did the day you left us. Our thoughts are now turning to fun times and looking at childhood pictures without the hurt. Even though time goes by doesn't mean we don't think of you always. The family always have some funny tales to tell which helps the pain. Love and for always Mom and Dad and your brothers and sisters.xxxxxx oooooo

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan
    Aunt Marj, Aunt Aileen, Uncle Ross, Cousin Elaine, Uncle Earl & Uncle Gord
    Cherished memories of those special Family Members who have gone before us brighten our days and comfort us... We love you all and miss you deeply...You remain in our hearts forever.

  • submitted by: Edwin
    Mom and Dad
    At this time I am still working on the actual memorial for Mom, Dad and Arnold but I do want to post something here for the NICHOLLS family. I want to say thank you! All these years have gone by and I find that I can always count on the family to be there when I needed them. This was particularly true when Dad died and for Mom's graveside service. I remember all the family that flew out to Lytton when Dad died. I will always remember Uncle Stan being there at the airport when when we flew in (Feb. 1983) with Dad's ashes. I knew that I was not alone and that I had the help and support that I really needed. This was also true when we buried Mom's ashes. Everyone was there that could be and we were made very welcome and felt very supported at Stephanie's home afterwards. I've always known that time apart means nothing for friends and family and these examples prove this in my heart. THANK YOU ALL ! Cousin Ed

  • submitted by: Edwin Nicholls
    Victor and Ella Nicholls
    For My Parents

    Now that I am in your shoes
    I understand
    what it means to worry about those that you love
    Who are growing up
    Past your reach.

    Now that I am in your shoes,
    I understand
    What time and distance really mean
    When someone is far away
    And you can only pray
    That they are safe.

    Now that I am in your shoes,
    I understand
    That the reward is greater than the cost
    Even if you never stop paying.

    Now that I am in your shoes,
    I understand
    What you knew and how you helped me be the person
    Who is now a parent too.
    Thank you.

    (For my parents Ella and Victor Nicholls from their son Edwin)

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan
    Mom, Dad and brother Arnold

  • submitted by: Edwin Nicholls
    Dedicated to all the members of our family who were in the armed forces and to my Uncle Alex Aageson

    Remembrance Day
    "If you can't Remember Think"*

    These words have helped me over my years,
    To understand the worry, fright and tears,
    That we cannot really ever know,
    Because these events happened long ago.

    We can't remember things others knew.
    We can't even know what they were going through,
    Because time and distance isolate a place
    And even honest intentions can't bridge that space.

    We can only reach what we feel inside.
    Yet if we can't remember, we can feel the pride
    That helped them hope, as their world and lives shattered,
    That what they were doing truly mattered.

    Not just at that moment, because that time was gone,
    Not even knowing if victory was won.
    They did great things that we try to remember,
    That ended in that distant November.

    We can think of the freedom and peace that we treasure,
    And use it as one way that we can measure,
    The price that was paid in times gone by,
    Even if we don't really understand why.

    By Edwin Nicholls
    "*" This was an actual slogan used by the Legion.

  • submitted by: Donna Smith
    Earl M. Clarkson
    Another year about to close, and yet another Christmas without you... Still missing you Dad... And alway's will.

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan

  • submitted by: Darlene Currelley
    Dad (Ross Nicholls)

    Just missing you.

  • submitted by: Susan Nicholls Glavan
    Arnold Nicholls

  • submitted by: Edwin Nicholls
    Thinking of you with love, Mom (Ella Nicholls), on the anniversary of your birth March 28th.

    your son Edwin.

  • submitted by: Ron Nicholls

    A tribute to my beloved brother Rob,
    on the occassion of his memorial service and interment at Zion Cemetery,
    July 28, 2006.

    Different people knew Rob by different names. Some people called him Nick, some people called him Bob. For me, he was Rob - my big brother Rob.

    He was born in 1949 on Friday, May 13th and oddly enough, I considered him to be one of the luckiest people I know.

    There was 13 years between Rob and I. He was the second oldest in the family and I was the youngest, so by the time I was about seven, Rob was pretty well on his own. Even so, throughout the course of our lives, in the different places across Canada that we lived, Rob still popped into our lives enough that I truly feel like I knew him both as a brother and a friend.

    The very first memory I have of Rob was in the winter of 1965 in Bracebridge, Ontario. I was three years old and Rob was sixteen. He asked Mom if he could take me skiiing. He loved skiiing all his life. He picked me up and put my feet on top of his feet. I hung onto his legs and away we went sailing down the hill. As a three year old, it was one of the most incredible experiences you could imagine, until we crashed head-on into a tree. He always wondered why I never wanted to go skiiing with him anymore.

    The next memory of Rob that really stands out to me was in 1970 in Severn Bridge, Ontario. He had moved to Toronto and got a job as a door-to-door salesman selling Encyclopedia Brittanica. After being gone for about two months or so, he one day walked in the door with a big smile on his face, pulled out his wallet and started throwing twenty dollar bills onto the floor. I believe this was where he discovered his gift for selling things.

    The next memory I recall of Rob's life was shuttling cars between Toronto and Vancouver for a company called Auto Enterprises, a company that wholesaled cars. At that time in his life, it was the perfect job for Rob. He loved cars, he loved driving and he loved being free and travelling. I believe this was a pivital moment in Rob's life. He already had salesmanship in his blood and then his love for cars . This lead him into a lifelong career of car sales, and he was a salesman's salesman. He could sell you a car even if you didn't have a driver's licence. For further details on this, talk to Susan and Gordon. Rob once told me if I ever bought a car from anyone else he would shoot me. That's pretty good salesman strategy if you ask me.

    The next time Rob came back into our lives was when we lived in Lytton, B.C. in 1978. Rob got a job with our Dad running a boiler system for a large building in the area. This was a really special time for all of us. He got to spend some quality time with Dad and by that time I was in my teens and we did all kinds of things together, like jogging and skiiing. Only this time, if I wiped out I couldn't blame him.

    All through my childhood Rob was kind of my hero. He had a certain charm about him that just seemed to cause people to instantly like him. Even almost 30 years later, after spending only one year in Lytton, people still ask me about him all the time. Even animals seemed to recognize his caring nature. One night he was visiting friends in Vancouver and they heard a noise at the door. When the people opened the door, a homeless dog was standing there. There were quite a few people in the room, but the dog went straight to Rob. That dog was Burt. Rob loved animals and couldn't leave him. Although Rob couldn't have a dog where he lived in Penticton, he brought him to Lytton and Burt was a faithful friend to us all for many years.

    I once heard a saying. "People don't care what you know unless they know that you care". I think that that concept was the key to Rob's greatest success in his life, which was relating to people. He loved people and being around people, and people loved him. I think people could sense his genuine character and his genuine care for people. I don't think a week ever went by that Rob didn't call to check up on his little brother.

    There was also a spiritual side to Rob that not too many people knew about. He read his Bible regularly and knew Jesus Christ as his personal savior. The really special thing about Rob was that he didn't have to try to be a Christian. He just naturally did the things that a Christian should do, like helping people, taking in homeless animals, and just genuinely caring for people.

    Some people measure success in life by how many years they live or how much money and material they accumulate. Rob's life and how he lived it is proof that these things really are secondary. What really matters is how we touch the people in our lives and come to genuinely know and show love.

    My brother Rob accomplished this and even though he didn't live as long as we would have liked him to, he probably lived a fuller life and did more in his life than many people who live 80 or 90 years.

    I already miss him so much, but I find comfort in knowing that we will meet again in Heaven.

  • submitted by: Micheline Nicholls

  • submitted by: Sandra Desmarais and Theresa Desmarais
    Hello everyone!

    Because I am not attending Rob's memorial and I still wanted to be a part of it, I have asked Ed if he would read some memories of Rob for me and he graciously accepted. Thank you Ed!

    My memories of Rob in my childhood are few because he was 10 years older then I was and he left home when I was young. He did spend as much time with us as he could though! I remember he took Ron and I swimming when he was home, and picked us up from school. When he worked at Brown's Beverages he brought pop home for us - that was always a hit. He took us for rides on his Honda motorbike. He understood what made kids happy!

    He was generous too. I remember that Mom told me that one time he saved up all his money to buy her a beautiful glass fruit bowl with little matching dishes for Mother's Day. He went without candy for a long time! But he was as proud as a little peacock because of it.

    Mom used to call him her 'Prodigal Son'. Dad used to call him 'Bathless' (I never got that one!I think it had something to do with his long hair!) Ed, Sue and Arn used to call him 'Smelly' - apparently he had a gas problem. He used to say 'Yeah man' all the time, and "You know what I like about you? Nothing..." He could make anyone laugh! Even the baliff for Revenue Canada! Mom told me a long time ago that Rob owed some taxes, but he got away with it for awhile, always escaping out the back door like in the movie 'Grumpy Old Men'. Mom said he tried it again, but the tax man met him at the back door and Rob threw up his hands and said, "You got me!" He started to laugh and so did the tax man - Mom said the two of them were outside holding their sides from laughter!! At the end he even shook Robs hand!! Talk about being comfortable with anyone!

    I had the priviledge of experiencing an adventure with Rob in the fall of 1980. We drove from Toronto to Kelowna. It was great time to bond, although there wasn't a lot of time as he drove it in less then 2 days. The scenery went by in a blur - "Wasn't that Lake Superior?" Anyone who has ever driven with Rob knows he didn't like to waste time. He was always in a hurry to get there and in a hurry to get back!! Seriously though, I wouldn't have traded the experience for anything and believe me it was an experience! Thanks Rob.

    Rob had the greatest personal magnetism I've ever known. He was a genius in that respect. It took him far. He was the life of the party, and he had friends and made friends everywhere he went. He was never alone.

    Another great memory that I have of Rob was that he always called me when he was at work. Sometimes it was only for 30 seconds, sometimes it was for an hour and then he had to go make a sale or two! What I remember about those calls was when I asked him how things were going, his response was always the same: "Great, fantastic, wonderful!" It was always good! I know it wasn't ALWAYS good though! He just didn't want to admit anything, because that was how he lived his life, and how his outlook was. He tried to look on the bright side of everything. He was the defination of the word optimistic. He always protected everyone from what he was going through. I know, because he did it to us right up to the end, and I have to say that I'm grateful to him for it. It made things easier to bear. I miss those calls a lot.

    I'm going to share something with all of you about those calls. I was on my way to a client's house, my first job after Rob died. On the way there, I was wondering just how I was going to survive without him. My client had a little dog and she always left the radio on for her so she wasn't lonely. With thoughts of Rob heavy on my mind, I let myself into the house and as I was walking up the steps, the song 'I Just Called to Say I Love You', by Stevie Wonder was playing on the radio! Some might say it was just a coincidence, but I know better. Thanks for the message Rob, I needed it! Thanks for being there for us. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you and send you love. Please don't stop calling Rob. I'm always listening.


    PS: This verse is from Theresa, for her Uncle Rob...

    To everything there is a season,
    A time for every purpose under the sun.
    A time to be born and a time to die;
    A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
    A time to kill and a time to heal ...
    A time to weep and a time to laugh;
    A time to mourn and a time to dance ...
    A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
    A time to lose and a time to seek;
    A time to rend and a time to sew;
    A time to keep silent and a time to speak;
    A time to love and a time to hate;
    A time for war and a time for peace.

    Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

  • submitted by: Edwin Nicholls
    The Robert I Remember

    The Robert I remember best is a much younger Robert. We were only 17 months apart in age and that was great for playing together and sometimes fighting. We rode bicycles together. We learned to drive tractors and cars together. But, as happens in life, we both went on to pursue different paths in life. I went into a life in education and teaching and he made use of his gift of the gab, that we both inherited from Dad, to pursue a life in sales.

    The Robert I remember today is a Robert that I learned about last September. The Rob I discovered was a man who dearly loved his wife Michelene. I said it in September and I say it again now the Rob would agree that marrying her was the best thing that he ever did. She supported him in the demanding job that automobile sales can be. But best of all she allowed him to be the man that he wanted to be. I learned that he was an incredible athlete who could run up mountains. I learned that he loved his beloved Dalmation dogs who were his companions on his runs. I learned how much he loved to sail his boat the Arnold Benjamin. I learned how much he loved life and I learned how well-known, loved and respected he was by so many people. This was because he loved getting to know people. I learned how much he enjoyed having a good time with his many friends. I learned that he was deeply missed by many many people but most importantly I learned that he had that wonderful ability to live life to the full. It helps a little to know this as we bid him farewell here today.