My dear wonderful sweet Uncle Bob passed away on August 20th. His health had been deteriorating for quite some time but it was still heartbreaking to get the news. I was so sad that I wouldn’t be able to be in Utah for his funeral. It was a very hard decision to make that the timing wouldn’t work out. I would have loved to have been there.
Together we toured London and Paris. We sat on the steps of our flat and discussed art and life; in that order. But my most favorite memory of my Uncle Bob was far from the beauty of Europe. It was in 2014 when he was in the hospital recovering from a serious surgery. He wasn’t supposed to make it. The first night I went to visit him, he couldn’t speak. I’m not sure he knew who I was. He drifted in and out of consciousness. The next night I came again and he was awake. He was smiling and chatting. They brought in his dinner but he didn’t have the strength to eat it. So I sat by his side and spoon fed him soup and a chocolate shake (he much preferred the later.) I was humbled by the opportunity I had to serve this powerful, spiritual giant of man. He has left behind a wonderful legacy in his art and in his children. He will greatly be missed by his sweetheart and all those who love him. My heart hurts that I won’t see him again in this lifetime, but it’s difficult not to envy his return to the other side and the wonderful reception he will be met with there. I am honored to be his niece and love him dearly. Until we meet again.