God saw you getting tired and a cure was not meant to be. He put his arms around you and wispered "Come home to me". With tearful eyes we watched you as we saw you pass away. Although we loved you deeply,we could not make you stay. Your weakened heart stop beating and your hands finally at rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best. GOD BLESS YOU BOBBY. Your loving wife Debbie Your son Robert Your daughter Cory