Great Brown Bob

The Littlest Wilson lost a great grandpa on Monday night.

We were so lucky to get back to Ohio for Thanksgiving while Bob was still able to spend time awake and talking. I wish he could have stuck around till the little guy came, but thankfully his battle was relatively short. 

Bob will be missed terribly by his colleagues and students at Case, his fellow sailors at Edgewater, his family and friends, and by my Grandma, his wife and companion of thirty years. 

He was a part of my life as far back as I can remember. I was always Missica to him, and he'll always be Brown Bob to me. To The Littlest, he'll be Great Brown Bob.