The class of 1966, Borger High School, has lost another friend and class mate.

For those who could not make it to Bobby's Memorial Service.

If you have a story or memory of Bobby and would like to have it posted on this web page please e-mail it to me. John@Brummal.com

 

 

Standing left to right: Gavin, Jennifer, David, Danny, Carolyn, Mike.

kneeling left to right:  Rebecca, Lauren, Erin.

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Bobby wanted his memorial service to be full of laughter.  Below is the e-mail he sent to the friends that he asked to speak at his Memorial Service.

Hey Guys,

How you doing?  This is a pretty strange email but since each of you have agreed to say a few "kind" words at my funeral, David Simpson, a good friend of mine and my funeral director (that's a pretty strange combination but Simpson is a pretty strange person), has suggested I get you guys in touch with each other so you can coordinate what you are going to say.  This should prevent the first guy from saying what the third guy was planning on saying.  The only two rules I want to impose are, keep it to five minutes or less (that way you won't lose your audience) and, keep it light.  I think it would be wonderful to have people laughing.  Other than those two rules, you

are pretty much on your own.  I really can't thank you guys enough for doing this for me.  I thank the good Lord every day that I have friends like you.

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Lauren, Bobby's Granddaughter, read the following poem.

Untitled

One gift, above all others

God gives to us to treasure

One that knows no time, no place

And one gold cannot measure

the precious, moving tender gift

Of Memory. . . . . . that will keep

Our dear ones ever in our hearts

Although God gives them sleep


It brings back long remembered things

A song, a word, a smile

And the world's a better place . . . because

We had them for awhile!

Author Unknown

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Thoughts by John Brummal

Bobby and John grew up together in Borger

 

I realize most of the people here today knew him as Bob Snow but to those of us that went to school with him, he was and always will be Bobby Snow.

 

I'll get the historical stuff out of the way first. 

 

·Bobby was born Robert Charles Snow in Rogers Arkansas on October 16, 1947 .

 

·His family moved to Bartlesville Oklahoma shortly after he was born and

then moved to Borger Texas when he was three years old. 

 

·In Borger , he attended Bunavista Grade School , Stephen F Austin Jr High and Borger High School .

 

·Three weeks after graduating from Borger High in 1966 he enlisted in the Air Force. 

 

·While in the Air Force he was stationed at Altus AFB in Oklahoma and RAF (Royal Air Force) Uxbridge in London England .

 

·He was discharged after 3 ˝ years because of Nixon's defense budget cutback. 

 

·About a month after his discharge he and his first wife moved to Oklahoma City .

 

·While in Oklahoma City he worked at Tinker AFB for about 18 months and Lee Way Motor Freight for 12 ˝ years.

 

·In Oklahoma City he was blessed with the birth of two wonderful children, Jennifer and David.

 

Jennifer and her husband Gavin McHugh along with Bobby and Carolyn's two wonderful granddaughters Rebecca 11, and Lauren 7 are currently stationed in Fallingbostel Germany    

 

Gavin in a Sergeant in the British Army.  David works at S2 Systems in Plano .  He is currently studying to enter medical school.

 

·In 1984, when Lee Way was going out of business, he accepted a position with EDS and moved to Dallas .

 

·In January 1995 he met Carolyn, the most wonderful lady in the world.  On June 29, 1996 , she made him the happiest man in the world when she married him.   

(Carolyn and Bobby at the mini-reunion - Nancy's parents home)

 

Carolyn's two sons Danny and Mike and Mike's wife Erin live in Austin .

 

Both Mike and Danny work for Dell Computers.

 

·In October 1999 he accepted an early retirement offer from EDS and went to work for ACS (Affiliated Computer Services).

 

·This may not sound like much to most of you but it was a very big deal when it happened.  In June 2003 Bobby and I were playing Huber golf course in Borger

 

Bobby grew up caddying and playing at Huber. 

 

Number 18 (formerly number 9) is a par 4 with water in front of the green.  He had never made it over the water in two.  On that day he hit a good drive and pulled out his 3 wood and put it on the green.  I will always be glad that Roger Paige and I were there to see witness the historical event.

 

(This is the actual shot)

In grade school and Jr. High he was a short and skinny kid and we called him "Little Bobby Snow", Who would have thought he would have ended up being 6 feet 3 inches and looking down on me?

 

I was his paperboy in Fairlanes when he lived on Ocla.  In the 6th grade he was in Mr. Dickerson's class and I was across the hall in Mrs. Cox's class.

 

In 1963, after the 9th grade, I moved to Lubbock and Bobby and I lost touch with each other.  It wasn't until our class reunion in 2001 that we got back together.

 

When we got back together it was like we had like we had only been apart for a few months.  We immediately became best friends.  That friendship has grown in the three years since the reunion. 

 

One of the first things Bobby told me was he wished he had met and married Carolyn several years earlier.

 

He also said he wished he and I would have got back together several years before the reunion. 

 

In school, he was a lot more considerate than I was, he always had a smile on his red freckled face and a kind word. 

 

As Carla Storm reminded me at the reunion in 2001, "you were mean" I think she may have been right. She can never say than about Bobby.

 

When Bobby call me in January and ask me to give his eulogy I told him that I would be honored.  It is not something I wanted to do, but how could I have told him that I did not want to do it. 

 

At Bobby's request, part of his ashes will be scattered over the campground across the street from the Indianapolis Motor Speedway .  The rest will be kept in an urn so he can watch the races on TV. 

 

As the other people that will be speaking today will tell you, he loved the Indy 500.  Since 1988 he only missed one race. 

 

Bobby loved Carolyn, Bobby loved David, Bobby loved Jennifer, Bobby loved Gavin, Bobby loved Rebecca, Bobby loved Lauren, Bobby loved Mike Bobby loved Erin and Bobby loved Danny, Bobby loved Golf, Bobby loved the Indianapolis 500 ,Bobby loved going back to Borger for a visit, Bobby loved going to our cabin in Ruidoso over Labor Day weekends, Bobby loved all his Borger classmates, Bobby loved all of you and Bobby loved me. 

 

At funerals you always hear how great and nice a person lived their life.  Well Bobby did live that life, he was and is a great person and a nice person.

 

Bobby was ready to meet our Lord.  He told me this.  His passing should not be a time of mourning, we should be happy for him.  He is with his mother, Betty, and Dad, Charles, right now, and I'm sure that his Borger High Class that preceded him in death were there to meet him. Just like he and the others will be there to meet us when we cross over to the other side.

 

Bobby wanted me to tell you the CD with the music you hear today will be available in the lobby after the service to help defray expenses.  Of course he was joking but he insisted this service be filled with laughter.

 

The last thing he wanted me to tell you is, if you are over 45-50 or if you are over 40 with a family history of colon cancer,

 

GET A COLONOSCOPY. 

 

It is much easier spending one day drinking the preparation and a few hours at the hospital than to spend several weeks planning your own funeral.

 

My Friend Bobby Snow, we will miss you.

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Thoughts by Mark McGough

Bobby worked with Mark at EDS

 

Memories of Bob

 

September 11, 2004

 

I’d like to first say that I am honored to be here.  My name is Mark McGough and I met Bob almost 20 years ago at EDS. We were cube mates in multi-colored cubicles at

701 Presidential in Richardson .  There are so many things I could talk about, so many great memories and fun times at work and at play.

 

In the last 20 years, Bob and I experienced many things – happy times, sad times and everything in between.  Through it all, Bob was three things to me. First, he was a very good friend. Second, he was a big brother. And last, we were fellow race fans and Cowboy fans.

 

My Good Friend

 

As a friend, Bob was always open, honest, and encouraging. I can’t tell you how many times he told me that I was the luckiest man. He’d say “Man, that Catherine is a wonderful lady.” And as my family grew, he would say how lucky I was to have such beautiful kids... always encouraging me to look on the bright side. He also wasn’t shy about telling me if things weren’t going right. That’s what friends are for. Bob was a true friend. 

 

My Big Brother

 

Bob was the big brother that I never really got to know. There was an age difference between my five older brothers and me – they all graduated from high school before I was out of the sixth grade. Oh, and the fact that they all still live in Hawaii – Bob filled that void for me. He got to know my parents and spent many hours talking to my Dad about their experiences in the Air Force.  In his sincere and inquisitive way, he showed me how easy it was to communicate with the Col. , my own Dad.  Bob was always asking questions … how did you feel when that happened or what was that like? Things I had not thought to ask. Bob had a real sincere interest in others and like a big brother, taught me many valuable life lessons, none more important than understanding the value of good friendships.  And communication…I’m still working on that one.

 

 

Fellow Race Fan

 

Then in 1995, we took our relationship to a new level: Bob had been inviting me for years to go the Indy 500 and I finally said “yes.”  And after that week, I understood why Bob was such a big race fan. What a great race! What a great time we had!

 

 I found out that the Indy 500 was not only about a car race but also about good friendships. I met the friends that Bob had established over the previous 7 years and they were immediately friends of mine.  Bob was the ultimate tour guide. We had each day planned and we didn’t miss any of the important events. Nothing was left to chance.

 

Even in his decision as to whether to go to Indy this past May, he thought he might go to just the race day, but then decided against it because he would miss what he enjoyed the most, visiting with friends and attending the other pre and post-race events. Bob was a race fan.

 

Did Bob ever mention to any of you that he was a Cowboy Fan? Bob had season tickets and, before moving to Dallas , he would drive in from Oklahoma City for the games. That’s a true fan! 

 

Bob told me there were two seasons each year, Indy 500 season and football season. It was my observation that through both of these seasons, the most important part was the people he met and the friendships.  He’d keep in touch with many of them throughout the year.  It was not the games or races so much, but the people, the friendships.

 

And no description of this fan would be complete without mentioning that Bob was a big fan of the people here today. He was a huge fan of his children, Jennifer and David and the granddaughters, Rebecca and Lauren. Through years of separation, he never lost hope or tried to deny the love he had for them.

 

He was a huge fan of Carolyn and the two fine young men she raised, Mike and Danny.  Bob loved you all so very much and always wished the best for you.

 

Bob was very content with his life and all the decisions he made. He told me a few months ago that “I wouldn’t change a thing except for one; I would have gotten a colonoscopy sooner.” I’m sure each of you knows how big a fan of the colonoscopy Bob became and of his wish that each of us would be a big fan as well.

 

What I’ll Miss

 

In closing, here are a few things I‘ll miss about Bob:

 

 

Goodbye friend. I will never forget you. 

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Seeing how you added the email Bob sent to us got me thinking. Bob sent this to me and said it really gave me strength when he was down. I wish I had remembered and included it my "kind" words. Maybe you could add the highlighted part of Jimmy V's speech to the web site.

 

When people say to me how do you get through life or each day, it's the same thing. To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives.  Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. Number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.
 

. Cancer can take away all my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart and it cannot touch my soul. And those three things are going to carry on forever.

Mark McGough

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The first thing that comes to mind about Bobby is his incessant laughter and positive outlook.  What a courageous soul he's always been.  I can't forget his constant, friendly smile and "Hello, Ruthie," when I saw him in class or hallways of BHS.  Never did I see him being unfriendly to a classmate.  "Your friend forever," as he always signed his emails, weren't just words to Bobby -- he meant it.  I miss those emails; yet, I rejoice for Bobby, as he's in a far better place, having the reunion of a lifetime!  I cherish the memory of Labor Day Weekend a year ago, when I met Bobby and Carolyn in Dallas and flew with them to El Paso.  We enjoyed our get-away to John's Ruidoso cabin more than I can relate.  He looked good, seemed to feel well, and we laughed until we cried.  I remember watching Bobby and John play golf via the golf cart -- what a good time he had, even tho' it rained incessantly and he nearly "blew away" when the wind caught his umbrella.  I'm so blessed to have that memory of Bobby.  For now, I say this to you, Bobby Snow:  "Laughing helps.  It's like jogging on the inside."  You'll be forever missed, but never forgotten.
 
Your friend forever, Ruth