Bobby- I met you after my Aunt married Uncle Frank. You always called him Kiko. You and Becky were good friends to me. Vicky mentioned your blue bug. I remember that bug. The first car that I ever bought was a vw bug. Since I didn’t even know how to drive it ,you went with me to the dealer and drove it home for me. You then took me out and taught me how to drive it.I will never forget that. When I got married,you walked me down the aisle. That was an honor for me. I am so happy that I got to talk to you recently and talk about old times. Rest in peace,Bobby. Love,Jane Alvarado
It’s weird not seeing your name show up on our telephone every night. We always knew you were right next door. We miss you and love you, grandpa.—Allison
Bobby, you will long be remembered. I recall our association from our childhood days growing up in Delhi surrounded by family and friends, up until we all grew up and went our separate ways. Our kinship was that of first cousins, my mom being sister to your dad. I recall your parents and our aunts and uncles called you “Vah-Vee.” But to us, your cousins, you were always just Bobby. We spoke of those formative years of ours recently. I’m glad we had most of the past year to catch up and reminisce about those old times. We had quite a few adventures during this summer, didn’t we? Wherever we were, and with myself and Connie serving as your book ends, we would walk alongside you as you slowly progressed along using your cane. You were a proud and vain man. We could never convince you to take the walker, even on those longer excursions. I remember us holding up traffic at the Mainplace Mall as we walked across the intersection at a snail’s pace. We had a good laugh over that one! We later lunched at Original Mike’s, ordering up your favorite salmon meal. The waitress sat us in the unopened lounge area, she not having the patience to wait on our halting pace. Other times, we would just sit out on my patio and browse through old photograph books. You especially enjoyed the book devoted to the Lujan Family Reunion in 1983. You commented on how many of the family members pictured were now gone. It was sad, yes, you said, but each of us comes into this world with only an allotted length of time. I’m glad I have these comments of yours to recall, they provide solace.
Bobby, you were several years older than myself and my sisters, but back in Delhi you and Eddie tolerated us quite well. As Connie, Rachel, and I lived only a few doors down the street on Adams, we were at your home quite often. The scent of Tia Manuela’s hot tortillas cooking were like a magnet. She was a devoted mom and was frequently found in the kitchen whipping up her delicious meals
Oh how we will miss you and your jokes, Christmas cards etc. you will always be in our hearts. You are with your maker, wife and the rest of the family. We love you and always pray for you.
Love, Armando & Frances Ramos
Bobby- I met you after my Aunt married Uncle Frank. You always called him Kiko. You and Becky were good friends to me. Vicky mentioned your blue bug. I remember that bug. The first car that I ever bought was a vw bug. Since I didn’t even know how to drive it ,you went with me to the dealer and drove it home for me. You then took me out and taught me how to drive it.I will never forget that. When I got married,you walked me down the aisle. That was an honor for me. I am so happy that I got to talk to you recently and talk about old times. Rest in peace,Bobby. Love,Jane Alvarado
We love you Tio Bobby! Your loving memory and the times we shared together will remain in our hearts forever. Love Jenny and Al
I’ll miss the stories you used to write to me about our dogs and the adventures they would go on. You always had a wonderful imagination.
It’s weird not seeing your name show up on our telephone every night. We always knew you were right next door. We miss you and love you, grandpa.—Allison
Bobby, you will long be remembered. I recall our association from our childhood days growing up in Delhi surrounded by family and friends, up until we all grew up and went our separate ways. Our kinship was that of first cousins, my mom being sister to your dad. I recall your parents and our aunts and uncles called you “Vah-Vee.” But to us, your cousins, you were always just Bobby. We spoke of those formative years of ours recently. I’m glad we had most of the past year to catch up and reminisce about those old times. We had quite a few adventures during this summer, didn’t we? Wherever we were, and with myself and Connie serving as your book ends, we would walk alongside you as you slowly progressed along using your cane. You were a proud and vain man. We could never convince you to take the walker, even on those longer excursions. I remember us holding up traffic at the Mainplace Mall as we walked across the intersection at a snail’s pace. We had a good laugh over that one! We later lunched at Original Mike’s, ordering up your favorite salmon meal. The waitress sat us in the unopened lounge area, she not having the patience to wait on our halting pace. Other times, we would just sit out on my patio and browse through old photograph books. You especially enjoyed the book devoted to the Lujan Family Reunion in 1983. You commented on how many of the family members pictured were now gone. It was sad, yes, you said, but each of us comes into this world with only an allotted length of time. I’m glad I have these comments of yours to recall, they provide solace.
Bobby, you were several years older than myself and my sisters, but back in Delhi you and Eddie tolerated us quite well. As Connie, Rachel, and I lived only a few doors down the street on Adams, we were at your home quite often. The scent of Tia Manuela’s hot tortillas cooking were like a magnet. She was a devoted mom and was frequently found in the kitchen whipping up her delicious meals
Oh how we will miss you and your jokes, Christmas cards etc. you will always be in our hearts. You are with your maker, wife and the rest of the family. We love you and always pray for you.
Love, Armando & Frances Ramos