He was always called “Uncle” Bob, but in fact, he was my first cousin once removed. He was born in 1952, seven years after my dad. My dad and Bob grew up together and were close, like brothers, hence the “uncle.” That’s them in the photo above. It’s the only photo I have of the two of them together.
Many years ago, Bob left Chicago for the warmer weather in San Diego. I visited him many times. We’d go to L.A. and visit Disneyland and Universal Studios. In San Diego, we’d see the sites. He was a really fun guy. He was just like my dad, who I lost in 1989.
Bob passed away in 2007, at an early age, just like my father. In a way, I felt like I lost my dad all over again. Bob will be missed.