Thursday, July 3, 2025
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To the family and friends of Bob- my most sincere and genuine condolences.
Bob White wasn't just a good friend to me - he was my brother.
I met Bob about 20 years ago through mutual friends. At the time, I was looking for a roommate, and someone had suggested Bob, who had just gone through a breakup and was looking for a roommate himself.
We met up, got on like a house on fire, and it was then that Bob moved in with me at 12 Plank Road - the infamous yellow brick house, known to many for good times, music, and hangouts.
Bob was the perfect roommate. He worked hard and played hard. At the time he was bartender sporadically and also working as a mechanic. We spent many nights on the town enjoying music, or just entertaining our friends at home.
Bob wasn't the best cook, so he enjoyed what I would cook up in the kitchen, everything except for what he called my "carcass soup". This was when I'd boil my chicken bones to make stock, and he couldn't be in the same room when I was prepping it. Haha
But he sure did enjoy the end product!
After a few years of living together, Bob entered a new relationship and moved in with them. When that went tits up, Bob called me, and moved back in. I was so happy to have my brother back.
He was very protective of me. He treated me like a little sister, and his name for me was Princess Puss Puss. I said, well, you're the man of the house now, so you'll be King Puss Puss.
We had a strictly platonic relationship that was built on trust, love and mutual respect. I don't think we ever argued. If we did, it didnt last for long.
Bob then moved away to New Brunswick to care for his ailing Father. He got situated there with his garage, and we kept in close contact.
Bob always wanted to return home, but after his Father passed, his Mom got ill, and then finally, he did.
Bob was diagnosed with terminal bladder cancer less than 3 weeks ago, and went quickly after that. I think I'm glad of this, as it means his suffering wasn't drawn out.
I'm very much struggling with his death, and accepting it. Its been a very hard few days. But Bob would want me to try and smile and remain positive in his absence.
So, I'll draw from my memory bank and remember the good times with him. Knowing him made me a better person.
I know you're "Motoring Away" up there somewhere in a very cool car, with Darrell O'Neill in the passenger seat, and Yellowdog in the backseat.
I'll love you always.
Thank you for your true friendship, King Puss Puss - I will never forget it, or you.
