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Robert Russell
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Condolence From: Maureen Riner
Condolence: I feel very blessed to have met Bob in the last 18 months and am very sad to hear about his passing. As a new business owner, he was a supplier for me. He was extremely honest, ethical, fair and had very high standards of quality. He was enjoyable to talk to and very easy going. I know he worked very, very hard. I always felt comfortable working with Bob and enjoyed our discussions. He has definitely left a big void and I am pleased to have met him. He will be, and is already, very much missed.
Monday June 18, 2012
Condolence From: Lynn (Lambert) Dunn
Condolence: Dearest Louise and family, Was in the First Baptist choir when Bob came to us and also was in the Outreach group he formed and came to your 50th at the Cong. church in Bronson. Saw you and Rex over the years and was at his funeral. So, so sorry about Bob's passing. Can't even say. Am going away Friday AM to Mac. City until Sunday so will catch up with you next week. He was one of the best director/musicians we ever had. Had a good heart too. Love to Josh and Jennifer also. I'm Penny (Paisley) Dewitt and Matthew Paisley mother. We live over by Matteson Lake so please call anytime, 369-1189.
Thursday June 07, 2012
Condolence From: Dave O'Rourke
Condolence: I cannot believe Bob is gone. While I haven't seen or talked to him in years, he was always a blast to be around in my high school years. This years reunion will be sad as we mourn his loss and that of the others in our class who have passed at way too young an age. Play on Bob. You will be missed. Dave O'Rourke BHS Class of 1977
Wednesday June 06, 2012
Condolence From: Jennifer Nagel
Condolence: The fish were gone His lake dried up What's a man to do? When steady bites And successful trips Were all he ever knew. Without the thrill Of a grand ole catch His boat would just sit empty. And the fate of a life Filled with empty hooks Was a burden, one too many. So he went to the lake Where he found his peace And parted with his pain. But he left us ashore With our broken poles And the need to fish again. He cast his line One final time Now with different intentions. He became the bait For the grandest catch Never again, a fisherman... I love you Dad...
Wednesday June 06, 2012

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