I also wanted to write a small tribute to Uncle Rob. He is one of the funnest, most handsome, REAL cowboys I have ever met. I always enjoyed his fun attitude. At the viewing Grandpa told me some stories about when he and Uncle Rob were younger; here is a paraphrased version of two of those stories, two that I think say a lot about Uncle Rob’s attitude toward life and family:
Grandpa said when he was younger that he and Uncle Rob shared a bedroom. Uncle Rob would tell Grandpa story after story. When he would finish one, Grandpa would ask him to tell another one. Grandpa often woke-up Uncle Rob to have another story told to him. Grandpa said that he charishes those stories and sharing a room with Uncle Rob.
The other story Grandpa told with more emotion. He said one time when he was really young that they were out checking on the sheep. It started to rain and then turned to snow. Grandpa was so young and so cold. He stopped Uncle Rob and said that he couldn’t go any further because his hands were to cold to hold on to the rains. The horses weren’t being very obedient given the situation, but Uncle Rob took Grandpa’s rains in one hand and his own in the other and led Grandpa back to camp. Grandpa said that he didn’t know how Uncle Rob did it, for Uncle Rob’s hands had to have been as cold as Grandpa’s.
Anyway, I just thought you all deserved to hear those stories. It was great to see everyone at the viewing, it was just to bad it had to be there. Uncle Rob will always be a great example to me!!!!
I also wanted to write a tribute but I cry every time I think about daddy having to live on without his best bud. Uncle Robb meant the world to me, almost as much as my dad but not quite. He was always very loving with me. Dad did plenty of wonderful things for uncle Robb too like take care of his sheep for him all the time he was gone in the war. The sacrifices they made for eachother just made them closer. There are not two brothers in the whole world that loved eachother more. That is the legacy that the Robinson’s left me was that they can love so deeply and I hope I can live worthy of that.
Thanks so much Boys for sharing that with us.
Thanks Boyd for that tribute. It means a lot to me and I know it does to Ma.
It was so neat to be at the funeral and hard to see Grandpa. It made me proud to be part of the Robinson family and the Cook family when they told the story about when Grandpa Cook called Uncle Robb to be Branch president. I loved all the stories they told about Uncle Robb and Grandpa in their younger years. Thank you Boyd for sharing with us as well. I too loved Uncle Robb like my second Grandpa.
Uncle Rob truly was a great example. He faced life with a smile on his face and a readiness to work hard. Even in his hardest times, he seemed to find the good. He was a true friend and loved unconditionally. As much as he seemed to be a second Father to you, mother, he seemed a second grandpa to me. I will truly miss him, as I have his wife.
All I keep thinking about is the scene in heaven when Uncle Robb passed beyond the veil. There waiting with open arms was his wonderful wife….and I also picture Grandpa Cook there excited to see his old friend again. All three are great examples to us. I can’t wait to see them!