Eulogy of Friend Bob Reid

I lost a friend the other day. No, I lost a Brother. Bob Reid passed away of a heart attack. My wife and I were on our annual pilgrimage to Sleeping Giant Provincial Park when Bob’s wife Allyson called us. Allyson never calls us. I knew something was wrong.

Bob and I commuted to Toronto daily for fifteen years. What a friendship and bond was created. All by him answering a message card I put up at the then IGA. Thank you once again Mr. Cave.

Listing all the good times and not so good times we went through would double the size of this fine publication.

We even considered writing a book about his life. Every tribulation was a new chapter.

How thick that book would be.

Our thoughts, prayers and love are with Allyson and Corey and the entire Reid Family.

Please let me close with my favourite Bob moment.

We are driving home from work and Bob asks me if I know how to count the number of cows in a field. His answer makes me laugh so hard a York Regional Police officer pulls us over thinking I’m driving drunk.

Bob in his wisdom does everything to crack me up as the officer approaches.

I’m holding it in so hard I begin to tear up. The officer notices the grin on Bob’s face and naturally asks me what’s so funny. We both loose it and I wind up apologizing for Bob’s joke. The officer walks away scolding me that the joke was the oldest in the book.

I miss my friend and brother and cherish every moment we spent together.

Love you Bob.

Save me a spot at the bar with that angry monkey