Jay Cobb
Itâ??s always hard to come up with just the right words to describe how wonderful someone is, how much they mean to you, how much you love themâ?¦..maybe thatâ??s one of the reasons we donâ??t do it enough.And then as time passes there comes a day, like today, when you look back and try to remember all the good memories that somehow went by so quicklyâ?¦.you wish you could hold on to the time, but it no matter how hard you try it always slips through your fingers. We all know this time is coming, but we never want to think about it. We tell ourselves thereâ??s always tomorrowâ?¦.this is not our last goodbyeâ?¦Iâ??ll see you at your birthday. But one day there will not be a tomorrow, weâ??ll not get to say one more goodbye, a birthday will not come.So maybe we need to slow down and enjoy those moments we have with each otherâ?¦.good or bad, happy or sad, embarrassing or proud. Everything is worth remembering, cherish it all, and embrace it all.Uncle Bob provided many memories that I will cherish forever. He provided much joy, laughter, love, and some really great arguments. I absolutely loved sitting on the back porch listening to him, my mom Beth (his twin) and my dad Lee â?? argue over the some of the craziest things. Usually something that Uncle Bob had read in the paper. Uncle Bobâ??s favorite papers were made of the literary greats such as the National Enquirer, the Sun, and the Tulsa World. Some of these stories were a little off from reality â?? but instead of just letting Uncle Bob believe what he read, mom and dad had to make sure he was corrected. And the fun was onâ?¦.there was no convincing Uncle Bob, because in his mind it had to be true, it was in the National Enquirer.Kind of in the same realm of reality, Uncle Bobâ??s favorite sport was professional wrestling. He would argue with you that it wasnâ??t scripted and it was 100% real. Iâ??m not sure if it was the wrestling he enjoyed, or if it was watching the mat maidsâ?¦.but I didnâ??t have the heart to tell him that they probably were not 100% real either.Uncle Bob loved fishing, he loved to read, he loved his nieces and nephews, but if there was one thing he hated, it was hated Mexican Food. He wasnâ??t a fan of refried beans â?? and in his mind all Mexican Food was made from refried beans. Each Christmas we would have El Chicoâ??s cater our party â?? and I would always make him something different. But the joke was always on meâ?¦.the hamburger or chicken was left untouched and his plate was loaded with enchiladas, rice, fajitas, cheese. Iâ??d say I didnâ??t think you liked Mexican Food and his reply was always â??I donâ??t, I canâ??t stand itâ? â?? and since it was Christmas; Iâ??ll let it slide and let him win the argument this time…I could go on forever talking about the memories, but what I want to leave you with is how great of a man he was. He was always cheerful, he was always willing to give you anything, and he was always polite. Even in death, he was kind, polite, and respectful. He accepted his death with dignity and grace â?? he wasnâ??t afraid. Over the last few weeks I have learned a lot regarding life and death â?? but the one thing I will hold on to is the Faith and peace I witnessed in Uncle Bob during his last days. He was ready, he knew his savor Jesus Christ, he was surrounded by family and he knew he was loved.