Jason Reed
Bob was my uncle. Uncle Bob, to be exact. Throughout much of my formative years, he and I had many conversations about how a young man navigates life, and how we handle family struggles. I always viewed Bob as a father figure and respected him immensely. When I was teen, I visited him and his family in Wyoming. I have fond memories of that time and those experiences. Regretfully, I wish we had more time. Love you, Uncle Bob.