Obituary Notice - August 22, 1954 - December 16, 2007 & One Year Anniversary of Bobby's Homegoing

Robert Nelson Ray Sr., 53, a member of Crown Point Baptist Church in Mandarin, passed peacefully out of this world into the waiting arms of his Lord, Jesus Christ, on December 16, 2007. He was born on August 22, 1954, in San Diego to Alice and George Ray and was preceded in death by his Mother, whom he loved dearly. Robert, leaves to cherish his memory; his loving wife, Kim; his father, George; 5 children and 13 grandchildren: son, Robert Jr. and Angie with Mollie, Cole, and Travis; Daughter, Sylvia Nguyen and Linh with Monique and Cecilia; step-children: Michael Giana and Kristi with Ashton and Noah; Blythe Giana and Jahnette with Andrew, Bailee, Gabriela, and Kendall; Farrah Collins and Jim with Kaitey and Lorna; brothers: George Jr. and Corrine; Andy and Gloria; sisters: Debbie Aragon and Lou; Mary Scarborough and Chuck; Becca Shoemaker and Pat; and a multitude of nieces, nephews, and loving friends. Robert held an Associate of Science in Computer Science from Mississippi College. He was also blessed with many other talents that he used throughout his life to help others. Whether he was fixing a computer, photographing a wedding, selling a car or room full of furniture, he did it with enthusiasm and passion. A memorial service to celebrate his life will be held on Sat., Dec. 22 at 1:00 pm at Harbor Baptist Church, 1120 Clay Street at US HWY 17, with Pastor Sam Jewell officiating. 


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December 16, 2008

On this day, it has been one year since you went to Heaven. It does not seem possible. I guess my concept of time, has been altered.
To honor and remember you, I invited your family and friends over for a special evening to share about our love you you. It was a memorable night. You were deeped loved by many.

I miss…
Hearing the sound of your voice
Hearing the sound of your laughter
Hearing “I love you” coming from your lips
Hearing you telling me that I am pretty 
Hearing your voice singing loudly, old hymns, in a church service
Hearing one of your deep “HO! HO! HO!’S,” during the holidays
Hearing the sound of your key turning in the front door
Hearing you reminisce about working at the first Church’s Fried Chicken restaurant in Jax 
Hearing you reminisce about working in the very 1st One Hour Photo lab in the country
Hearing the crackle of one of your roaring fires, on a cold winter day

Seeing the warmth of your smile
Seeing the twinkling of your eyes
Seeing the gray of your hair
Seeing your impish grin
Seeing your stubby fingers, with almost no nails, because you couldn’t stop biting them
Seeing you relaxing in our garden tub, with bubbles up to your chin 
Seeing your briefcase lying around
Seeing the mess of papers around your computer

Feeling the warmth of your love
Feeling your hand holding mine
Feeling your gentle kiss
Feeling your passionate kiss
Feeling your arm around me
Feeling the squeeze of your hands on my hurting neck
Feeling the wonderful foot massages you enjoyed giving me

Smelling your skin
Smelling your hair
Smelling Realm, your favorite after shave 
(Sometimes I open your bottle and breathe it in, it reminds me of you) 

I miss sharing the enjoyment of a roaring fire in the evening with you
I miss warming my cold feet at night just by touching your hot blooded legs and feet
I miss going fishing to one of your favorite fishing spots
I miss making noodles & tomatoes for you
I miss making grits for you on Sunday mornings
I miss going to country concerts with you, all decked out in your “country gear”, cowboy hat, silver belt buckle, and boots 
I miss dancing to the music with you, as movie credits roll at the end

I wish I could helped you more
I wish you hadn’t left us so soon; you should have had many, many more years to live
I wish I had listened to you more about slowing down my activity level at night;
And just spent more time with you sitting on the couch
I wish I could get “time” with you back, I would cherish each moment.

Remember:
You Were Always Loved, And Will Never Be Forgetten

Love,
Kim
Phil 4:13