RIP Robert "Uncle Bob" Good. Pictured here, far right, standing next to my father/his brother at my parent's wedding.
Uncle Bob was one of the toughest, fearless, take no shit kind of guys that I ever knew. He was a tough kid from a working class family during The Great Depression. He was a WWII vet who survived naval warfare and had many stories of sinking Nazi u-boats.. Though his attitude got him into trouble, his lack of fear and love of life also added a positive aspect to his life. Well into his 90's he still rode roller coasters and went to the casino. My sister just ran into him the other day at a local Pizza Hut. He was on a date. Ha! One of the last times I saw him was at my mother's funeral a few years ago. He challenged me to a friendly boxing match. He landed a few punches.
He also was the only one who witnessed my first steps when I was a baby. I'm honored to have the middle name of Robert. It's a reminder to live my life to the fullest and to always stand up for myself.