Sunday, February 03, 2019

In Memoriam: All Hail King Bob

After a short illness, Bobby Blockus passed away.  He was one of the most unique persons I have ever known.  His time on the earth was short but he left a gap in our hearts that will never be filled.  I held a special place in Bob’s life; I was his brother-in-law, but I also acted as his big brother, father figure, and guardian. I was asked to say something at his memorial service - not because I knew him best but because I knew the many sides of him.  Here is what I said:

 

I first met Bobby in December 2005 at Walt Disney. We were waiting on line for Splash Mountain and he turned to me and said, “Sean Connery is the best James Bond. Spy missions.”  And then he turned away.  I thought I was being punked - but I quickly learned that that was the way Bobby was. Over the next fourteen years I would learn to appreciate just how special he was to everyone who called him a son, brother, uncle, and friend.  

 

Robert F. Blockus Junior was born in Boston, Massachusetts to Robert Senior and Helen Blockus.  He did most of his growing up in Upper Arlington, Ohio. He was a brother to Linda and Lisa - and I love that he tormented his little sister, Lisa, from time to time by pinning her down and teasing her.  Typical sibling stuff.

 

He was raised in a home with good Christian values - values that would stay with Bob all of his life. He skied, and hiked, and was into scouting with his dad’s Boy Scout Troop. He is one of those rare Scouts who attained the rank of Eagle Scout.  He was part of the Explorer Scout Program with the local police department and a college graduate.  Bobby was very proud of his upbringing in Ohio and very proud of his accomplishments.

 

Bobby had great work ethic and filled a lot of jobs that fit his personality and his love of the great outdoors.  He worked in the National Parks of Glacier Bay, Denali, Big Bend, and the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.  He was proud of his eleven years at Chik-fil-A and we were all openly jealous of his time working at Walt Disney World. 

 

As Betty points out, Bobby was born with a bad heart - “bad” being a general layman’s term for heart defect called tetralogy of fallot.  But that is only a medical term.  I knew Bobby, there was nothing wrong with his heart.  In fact, Bobby had one of the biggest and gentlest hearts of any person I know.  Bobby’s heart was good. 

 

Bobby was a good person and a great friend who cared about others. He could hold a conversation with an absolute stranger and end it with a new found friend.  I once listened to Bobby call someone he had just met on line and talk to him for 90 minutes. He had this incredible ability to make friends.  Bobby lived on line, in social media, and the web sites he would create - World Peace News, Moon Base Galaxy, and others.  In those places he developed a network of HUNDREDS of friends across the globe.  Within a few hours of posting the news of his passing there were messages of condolences from as far away as Alaska, California, Florida, England, and Norway. Some of these people had never met Bobby in person - they just followed him on line.  He had a gentleness, sincerity, and sense of humor that people loved.

 

Now, truth be told, Bobby’s mind was different than most of ours.

 

Despite his health issues, Bobby never disparaged his condition or showed anger or contempt for his situation.  If anyone had a right to be bitter, it would have been Bobby.  I often wonder what kind of life Bobby would have lived if his circumstances had been different, but Bobby never wasted time on what might have been.  He always accepted where he was and made the most of it.  When he got a job leading Jeep Tours in Skagway, Alaska, he was hired over the phone, sight unseen.  When he arrived in Skagway - and oh, by the way, he drove from Tampa, Florida to Alaska - the company realized that he wasn’t the very best fit to take tourists out on Jeep excursions.  The next day he contacted me, excited, and said, “Guess what, they put me in charge of washing and fueling the Jeeps!” Bobby just didn’t accept his situation, he found the positive in it. 

 

Of course, someone with a mind as wonderfully different as most people’s wasn’t without a bump or two.  I tried to explain to people who didn’t know him that Bobby was a like a twelve year old boy, except with 40 plus years of experience.  He had an innocence of thought of a pre-adolescent and the ability of a grown up to pull people into his world without them knowing it.  Now - this wasn’t being mean or deceitful - it was just his reality.  Bobby was always convinced that he was going to come into a large sum of money.  So he would go on line and find these amazing million dollar homes and contact the local relator explaining that he was ready to make a deal - but he would close the call by saying, “please call my brother-in-law, Rich Brown, he handles all of my finances.  Here’s his number.” 

 

Bobby had one true love in his life outside of his family - and that was the state of Alaska.  What started as a wall mural and a magazine subscription in the 1980s grew into a lifetime appreciation of Alaska.  He worked there a half a dozen times.  After speaking to his friends Andrew and Brittney in Skagway and looking at his social media posts and his personal belongings - it is fair to say that some of his best times were there. Proof that only the biggest state in union could fit Bobby’s heart and mind. 

 

He was thankful for his family. In his last few days he told us he appreciated all that we did for him. He thanked his sister’s Linda and Lisa for standing by his side this last month and a half. And told his mom, Betty, what a good mother she was. We can all learn from that example of sincerity and appreciation. And if there is one thing I can take away from his time on earth it is that Bobby was unique.  In his uniqueness we were blessed to know Bob Blockus and the very best parts of him makes us aspire to be better people.  

 

Bobby always closed his on line conversations by giving the peace sign, thumbs up, and a verbal “Cowabunga”. In closing - in thinking of our lives without him - I will use his other closing,

 

“oh dear.”










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