By Marilyn Morawski

 

Bob was an inspiration to everyone he touched.  He loved the outdoors and family always came first.  Anyone that knew Bob, loved and cared for him greatly.  He was a man of great love for everyone and showed it in more ways then one.  My poem to Bob.

 

August 2nd will be 2 years and it stills seems like yesterday.  None of us really had a chance to tell Bob, Dad, Grandpa, Brother, Uncle, gooodbye or how much we really loved him.  But deep down inside I know that he really knew how much we all really cared and loved him.   May his legacy carry on at every MORAWSKI

FAMILY REUNION in honor of Bob.   Sadly missed by wife Marilyn

 

 

At Bob's grave there is an old moonshine jug I got out of his garage one day.  He said someone gave it to him a long time ago.  I asked if I could have it to paint for a lawn ornament.  I ended up not painting it until he was gone.   I painted a tree for each of his children on it and on the branches of the trees I put his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren's names.  It now resides by his grave in the Northside Cemetery in Maybee, MI.

 

Bob never met Joe's first son Jaxon Robert.  I was 8 months pregnant when he passed away.  It was very upsetting to Joe and I.  Being sad for the loss of his father on one hand and being happy a month later when our son was born.  Bob passed away August 2, 2005 (also Uncle Dukes birthday) and Jaxon was born a month and 2 days later.   I will share a story about Bob sending us a message.

Maybe he was visiting Jaxon.

 

Before his headstone arrived we went to the grave site to remove dead flowers and brought with us some things Ashlin had picked out to decorate it with.  A couple kid pinwheels, some silk flowers, a shepherds pole and a wind chime.  Ashlin picked out everthing for her Grandpa.  I was still pregnanat with Jaxon at the time.  A week and 2 days later I had the baby.  He was about 4 days old and laying on the couch sleeping so I stepped out the front door to smoke. ( Yes, I know Aunt Betty), A few minutes later as I was sitting there I heard a very loud buzzing at my ear, kind of like a bumble bee.  I wasn't frightened.  I turned my head slowly to the right to look face to face with a small black humminbird with reddish orange cheeks.  Its wings were going 100mph, just suspended their about 4 inches from my face.  It stayed there, I'd say about 60-90 seconds then turned and buzzed away.   I couldn't see it anymore.  I immediately felt a rush of emotion and started to cry for some reason.  About a week later, me smoking  again on the front proch, I heard a buzz.  This time I was hoping it was a hummingbird so I stood there to see where it would go (there are not hummingbird feeders in my yard and that year I didn't even have any flowers planted)  This hummingbird with the same colors, flew right up to me at my waist and poked me three times in my side with its tiny beak and flew away.  I couldn't believe it, again I was brought to tears.  I thought it was crazy to encounter these tiny creatures the way I did twice in 2 weeks.  Then I thought.... and called Marilyn.  I asked her what was on the wind chimes we had put at Bob's grave and she said a hummingbird.  Then I told her what happened.  She cried too.  She came to see us and the baby the next day or so.  She held up Jaxon and kissed him and said " Is Grandpa sending you messages?"  Maybe the next time you see a hummingbird you can think of Bob, Grandpa, Uncle, Brother or whoever he was to you.  Just like we do.

With love from the Morawski's, Joe, Phyllis, Ashlin, Jaxon and Baby.

 

5/9/1935-8/2/2005

 

Maybe he's like the wind

 blowing through the trees

 

Maybe he's like the fall

 when color changes the leaves

 

Maybe he's a rancher

 tending to 10 thousand horses, cows or sheep

 

Maybe he's fishing for Martin

 in the ocean so deep

 

Maybe he's like the snow

when it touches our children's tongues

 

Maybe he's climbing a mountain

 or just relaxing in the sun

 

Maybe he's following a river

 just to see where it goes

 

Maybe he's with Uncle Duke waiting for us

  Who knows.....

 

Maybe he sent that hummingbird

that visited us that day

 

Maybe we did not want him to go

 but Jesus said he could not stay

 

He wouldn't want us to be sad forever

and definitely not to make a fuss.

 

We all know he's with Jesus. 

Therefore he will always be with us.

 

Sadly missed------Greatly loved and respected by his youngest son Joseph Robert and family

 

Written by Joe's wife Phyllis

 

Deeply missed and loved and rememberd by his wife Marilyn, all his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and families.