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Bobby lived one or two doors down from Michele Marquardt and 1 block from me.  Countless are the times we and many others all got together and laughed and played.  Bobby was so precious as a person that I am pretty sure every girl around had a crush on him at some time or other.  What an infectious laugh he had!  He was always FUN, always funny, and so upbeat.
He was definitey the first Catholic I knew - an anomoly in our neighborhood growing up.  He certainly gave all of us a good impression of Catholics. I am not sure whether or not he stayed in the Catholic Church, but I have no doubt where he is NOW.  Rest in Peace with God and the heavenly hosts, Bobby.

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Bobby and I met in 7th grade at Handley where we were in Mr. Pharr's math class and were fierce competitors to be the first to complete the cryptograms Mr. Pharr would occassionly assign. Having come from St. Rita's Catholic school, Bobby was consideralbly better at mathematics than most mere Protestants. Bobby had a great sense of humor and delighted in creating profane nicknames for our teachers that I will not mention here. Suffice it to say, I could never address Mr. Buckner without cracking a smile. We also took drivers ed together with coach Runnels. He and I had our first real job working at Ashburns Ice Cream in the old Fair Oaks shopping center. Bobby was determined to work, save money, and buy a nice car. This came to fruition when he bought his much loved brand new 1968 Camaro which he drove like a wild man--eight trac player blaring. Alas, our friendship began to wane our senior year as Bobby became interested in the drug culture. I'm afraid a few years living in San Francisco did him no good. When he moved back here he was still the good hearted, humorous guy I had known. I was very deeply saddened to find out  shortly after he died that AIDS killed him and I never even knew he was sick. What a grievous loss. I miss that boyish smile of his. It's enough to make a grown man cry.

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Bobby's dad had a TV sales and repair store on Lancaster. We used to gather in his den, as he had the first color TV we had ever seen, to watch The Wizard of Oz. I bought all my early Beatles albums from his dad's store.
Bobby and I rode a city bus from the corner of Jewell and Milam downtown to watch the Beatles' movie "A Hards Night" in 1964. He was a good friend. I learned how to play Bridge with Bobby and his sister. 
RIP Bobby

Mike Sexton

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I met Bobby when we were 5 years old.  He lived down the street from Michelle and we all played OUTSIDE in the good ol' days.  Our mothers signed us up for pottery class at the Fort Worth Science Museum where we made ashtrays. And our friendship continued until graduation.  He was kind, generous, and sweet.  I will always remember him as a gentle soul.

Love you, Bobby

He was my family, my brother. Moved to Galveston where he was when my life ended in 2009. We had many years of happiness and ehhs memories on the gulf. Can't wait to be with him again!

Love you Dad Always and Forever â

Crazy as it may seem, I remember Terry and Tim both when we were wee little ones - about three years old.  We were singing in a circle during some sort of chldren's gathering at the Poly Baptist Church.  We were singing, "This Little Light of Mine."  I take solace in knowing that Terry's Light continues to shine brightly.  It is also comforting to know that he touched many of our lives in the time he had here.  Rest with God, Terry.

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Grant was the most talented and gifted artist I ever had the gift of being friends with. Whether it was camping in the mountains of New Mexico or camping in Duck Dunn's Memphis. Tennessee recording studio while recording Willis Allan Ramsey's album for Shelter Records. Grant was special. I last saw him at his brother Mark's house 4 days before he died. Grant was a great friend.