In Loving Memory
Bobby Ray Stout Sr.
March 13, 1964 - January 13, 2005
This page is in memory of my son's Father.
My First Christmas In Heaven
Thank you for leaving me your son.
He brings me life, as once you did for him.
Although I cannot hope to salve his grief,
Nor fill his cup of joy back to the brim,
Know your flame of love has been passed on.
Your memory will help our son along,
We wish you could have stayed a little longer.
|"There will come a day
when the tears of sorrow
will softly flow into tears of remembrance...
and your heart will begin to heal itself...
and grieving will be interrupted by episodes of joy...
and you will hear the whisper of hope.
There will come a day
when you will welcome the tears of remembrance...
as a sun shower of the soul...
a turning of the tide...
a promise of peace.
There will come a day when you will...
go on believing...
and treasure the tears of remembering."
A Father, a Son, a Brother, a Husband, & a Friend.
You will be missed so very, very much.
You were a
hunter, a crabber, a fisher, a man who loved nature.
I know you lived your lifetime
As short as that seems to me
But the pain in our son's heart is so great,
Yet I know your spirit is free.
You come to him in many ways
So I know you did not die,
You want to tell him that your close,
And to please stop asking why.
You touched so many
||There is never a day goes
by that you aren't on our minds.
You are always in our hearts....and forever in our memories.
Our lives on earth seem all too brief,
Or brief as it seems to me.
But where you are is forever,
God calls that Eternity!
Until you meet again. You will forever be missed!
Below is a poem written for Stella , Bob Sr's mom - by her good friend.
"A Mothers Son"
Thoughts of her son are always there....precious moments in time...so vivid and rare...
Memories of Bobby fill her mind...as she gazes at his picture thru tear-stained eyes...
He was her baby...a down to earth boy...who loved to go fishing and crabbing for joy...
He loved Country Music and the simple life...so when he met Sheila...he soon made her his wife...
There was a sister and brother to whom he was close...and they always said...Mom loved him the most...
Throughout the years Bobby became a fine man...he worked hard for a living...He developed a plan...
The woman he married had three children before...then adding his son...soon gave them four...
It wasn't too long before they'd need a new nursery...because soon came "Little Luke" and "Sweet Baby Jersey"...
It's hard to believe Bobby is now gone...as she looks towards the Heaven's...and far Beyond...
This mother's memory will always be there... to give her sweet comfort...when life seems unfair...and as time works it's healing...and God holds her tight...She'll meet Bobby in her dreams...each and every night...
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This page was made for my son in memory of his father Bobby Ray Stout Sr. Who will forever be missed.
To my son Bobby Jr.
My Dearest Bobby Jr.,
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