My husband was a man who could do ANYthing. He could fix anything. He was a hard worker who had to stay busy and had many projects going at one time. He participated in numerous half marathons and marathons and some triathlons. His retirement job was driving a school bus. He had his own bus and his own route and he loved “his kids”. That job was so rewarding to him until a pre-diagnosis seizure ended his career as Mr Bob, bus driver of N-77. He was very supportive and a pusher for his fellow running friends to keep them going. He is still the love of my life, my buddy, my best friend, my rock, my honey, my life. I can’t wait to run into his arms someday. He is painfully missed still and always will be. My hearts goes out to all the way too many people who have suffered from this disease and the people who love them. And I pray for and will work for a cure for those who are still fighting. Bob would have wanted me to put my heart and soul into helping others. Something really special, Bob was invited one night in his sleep by our son, Scott, who was stillborn in 1986, to take his hand and go to Heaven with him. When he told me that, we were both ready to let go of each other and let him go to God and Scott. A child led him to Home. God bless you all.