So Wednesday, Sept. 23, Bobby Rife (a.k.a. Bobb-o), packed his truck and headed for that great dirt track in the sky.
I cannot say enough about this man, he taught me to drive, to dance, to make late night runs to BK, he was the cool Uncle/Cousin. He made three wonderful girls who in turn made a slew of terriffic grandkids.
I won't go on but it needs to be said...Bobby, you and your odly soothing gravel filled voice of reason will be missed.
Always...Wendell
(Photo of Bobby and his youngest Amber at her wedding)
