I always considered myself to be a practical, “no nonsense” person, one who didn’t believe in Prince Charming ... until he showed up in my life driving a blue Ford pickup truck.
This took place in February 1985, and we had a wonderful 31-year journey. I will never forget the day he was leaning against the hallway wall outside my apartment with that signature grin on his face, and I knew I couldn’t let this one get away.
He let me use his tools and showed me everything you never wanted to know about home remodeling. He was not jealous that I worked construction amongst mostly men. He helped instill in me a confidence to build things on my own. He was my fishing buddy, patiently taught me the game of golf, and trusted me to help raise his children.
I would not be the person or woman I am today without his help. It was an honor to live with him and an honor that I am not sure I deserved to share his last days.
Thank you, Bob, for all you were and still are to me. I am forever grateful.
P.S.: I’m sorry my coping skills are not up to your expectations. It is tough without you here.
–Beth Szillagyi, wife
