Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Because I have lived over 1000 miles away from the Scotia - Burnt Hills area, my times with Bob were limited. I was able to witness his passion for fishing first hand up in the Adirondacks, and through visits to the basement in his and Lindy's house I marveled at his trains and planes collections. His ability to fix mechanical and electrical things was a help to our Mom once Dad had died, and is something passed on to his sons.
Bob was one of those "nice guys". Not a pushover, not someone without beliefs and opinions, but easy to get along with. Even just offering me a ride to the Albany airport was something he felt was no big deal, but the ride and conversation of warmth was something that somehow has stayed with me over all these years. Nothing dramatic or important was said, just us and the boys riding to the airport to drop me off and then scoring some plane-spotting for the Fortin men.
I know Bob's last days and months were not easy, either for him or for the family. Maybe that makes it easier to know that he is in a better place now - removed from cold, snow, worry, and pain.
Rest in peace, Bob. We'll be there in May!
