So sorry for your loss. Steve and I have many good memories of Bob. He was a great man, boss and friend . When I  think of Bob I think of post it’s LOL He was a joy to work with.  

Steve’s memories are that  he really knew how to grow tomatoes:)) and a real appreciation for Quality, obvious  just by meeting  his wife and sons.  

Thoughts and Prayer's for the family.

Steve , Jeannie

Bob was a kind and humble soul. He was a very caring person who always wanted to help people. He was always a good neighbor that you could always rely on. He will be missed.

My memory of Bob was discussing diabetes care and the new updates in new insulin pumps.  I was sharing with my co workers how   I was so proud to know this pioneer of insulin pumps.  I learned some strategies in how to wisely invest. He promised me he would give me a real lecture with a wink in his eye.  I admire his love for his family and always having faith in God but most of all his love for his wife Eli “my dear”.   So long Bob you will be greatly missed ……

Robert once asked me….. Larett do you believe in angels?   My reply, yes I do!  
You will forever be my Angel big brother. 
I love you ❤️

Best vacation ever. I will never forget .

Bobby.  He was and always will be my guardian angel.  It is hard to be in a world without him in it.  He was always there for me and the entire family.  The early memories of receiving letters and gifts from him when he was in Vietnam to getting me my first transistor radio. (Rocked my world )  I cherish the opportunity I had to live with him and be his roommate in California. To be not only brother and sister but friends. He made sure I was safe and sound. I will miss him desperately. 


Love you Bobby.

My California Thanksgiving with Bob ended up in a pie fight! And, my first earthquake!

There are so many good memories I have about my big brother, Bobbie. He was a confident, a listener, and so funny with his witt. Bobbie would get a sly smile on his face, and you knew you would start laughing! I have a lot of good memories of my brother, two of which stand out for me. When I was a kid he took me to a town fair and noticed me looking behind the counter at this stuffed animal. He tried his best to win this prize for me but no luck. I do remember him taking that person to the side and talking. I heard him say something about negotiation. Needless to say, I walked away with that stuffed animal that was taller than me. When I turned sixteen and had my license, I asked Bobbie if I could borrow his car to go shopping, of course he said. As I drove away listening to his Bob Croce 8 track (I am dating my myself here) something about spitting into the wind. Well let's just say "I tapped the rear fender" of the car in front of me. I was so nervous to go home to tell him about it. Bobbie just laughed and said, "Welcome to the club".  Rest in peace my big brother. You will always be a light in my heart ❤️

And yet another year... with Aunt Marie and her son David Roy!

So true Victoria... I think the only Halloween custom Bob ever wore!   An earlier year, with you and Matthew!

Always the jokester, Bobby had been donning his Groucho Marx glasses and mustache for years. That Halloween we had a blast, after visiting several universities together.

Bobby loved to go with us to Kingwood Center anytime he visited us. Long walks and fun conversations were a given anytime he was around.

My Uncle Bobby had the rare ability to be both the warmest presence in the room and a person who quietly commanded the utmost respect from everyone fortunate enough to know him.

One of my earliest memories is of fishing for rainbow trout with him when he visited my family in Ohio. The memories of that summer are filled with the scent of old baseball cards, which Bobby would tirelessly share with my brother and me, and the rainy, warm afternoons we spent indoors, laughing at his antics.

Bobby took a deep and tireless interest in my education, and in many ways, it was his boundless curiosity that inspired me to explore the world with an open mind. Some of my best memories with him are from perusing bookstores together. Bobby was the bookworm I aspired to be. He introduced me to great thinkers in philosophy and transcendentalism, and the copy of Sir Thomas More’s Utopia that he bought me remains one of my most treasured possessions. His love of history was contagious—and dangerous—because we would always leave the shops with more books than I could carry.

He was also my partner in crime. One summer,  Bobby was eager to take us to a Leonardo da Vinci exhibit at the Getty. He noticed I wanted to take some photos, though we knew it wasn’t allowed. Security was stationed in each room, making it nearly impossible. Then, with a wink and a mischievous grin, Bobby approached the guards and struck up a conversation, creating the perfect distraction. His warm laughter filled the room as the guards joined in, and once we left, he asked if I had gotten the photos I wanted. When I told him I had, he smiled from ear to ear.

Bobby’s personality was so big that it’s impossible to capture all that he was—or all that he means to me—in a single page. A light has gone out in my life with his passing, but I’m eternally grateful that, through him, that light ever shone at all and the warmth it brought me will never fade. 

I love you Uncle Bobby.

OBITUARY

Robert Brian Zimmerman

28 July, 1950 – 10 October, 2024

Eternal Valley Memorial Park & Mortuary

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