Bob,I wish we could see you now as you walk with sure steps down streets of gold, or maybe fly. I wish we could see you visiting with those loved ones who were already waiting in heaven. I wish we could see you worshiping our Savior face to face. I wish we could tell you just one more time thank you for . . . well . . . everything. Someday, soon we hope, we will see you again. Maybe we will meet on the streets of gold and hear you say, “Why don’t you kids come over to my mansion for awhile?” We’ll be there! Love you, Bob! Faith Nulph