BOB

A Tribute to Bob

I know a man.
Do you even remember men like him?

As a child, he was nearly abandoned, left to the whims of a world that showed little mercy. But he survived. Somehow, he endured, not with bitterness but with a quiet resolve. And from that crucible, he emerged with something rare: a heart that chose to emulate kindness, even when life offered so little.

At an early age, he answered his country’s call. In uniform, he didn’t take lives; he saved them. Even as enemy fire roared around him, he stood firm, healing where others sought to destroy. He was attacked, tested, and nearly broken. But again, he survived. And not merely in the body. He carried his humanity through it all.

He married a beautiful woman, and together, they built a bond that lasted nearly a century, proof that love, when real, can defy even time itself. They were companions and partners and a testament to enduring devotion in an age of fleeting things.

However, what defines Bob most is his empathy, instinctive concern for others, and quiet heartbreak over what America has become. He watches this country, once a beacon, now teetering, and feels powerless to stop its unraveling like so many of us.

But here’s what Bob may not fully realize:
He has never been powerless.
We carry his spirit forward because those who know him have sat beside him, listened to his stories, and felt the weight of his example.

We are the chosen few who will bear his flag when he cannot.
In times of bleakness, we will remember his quiet strength, his deep compassion, and his unwavering decency.

And one day, when this nation finds its better self again, and it will, we will know that he helped make that possible. That Bob, through a life of quiet courage, was part of the redemption.

This is your legacy, Bob.
And we are honored to live in its shadow.

WJS