Bobby

Bobby who has lived in Granada for as long as I have known him passed away on 21 December 2011. I received notice of this just after it happened but have waited until now as I had no confirmation. Today, a friend of his let me know.

While I had never met him, I have known him before I even created this web site. A mutual friend, Chef Patrick who I had met in Costa Rica even before I moved there suggested that if I was looking into Nicaragua, Bobby was a good person to contact.

As Chef Patrick vanished from both our lives a few years ago (no confirmation that he had passed into his next life but it seems likely) I assume Bobby is now hanging out with Chef Patrick again.

RIP.

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Bobby

I used to be known on this site as Gypsytoes, but I had to change it because I couldn't remember my password. I just want to make a few comments about my dear friend Bobby. In 2003, my husband and I arrived in Granada to deliver school supplies to La Esperanza. We met Bill Parker ( or Harper...I still don't know what his last name really was) and he introduced us to Bobby. After meeting Bobby, I knew that we would forever remain close friends. Bobby's vitality and humor were infectious. His humorous outlook on daily life in Nicaragua always put a smile on my face. He was the life of a party, which could be aggravating sometimes because he never knew when it was time to go home. He lived life on the edge, with a dash of cautionary thought thrown in to keep him safe. Bobby loved to share advice and stories about living in Nicaragua. One of my favorite stories was when Bobby took Paxeos van to MGA to catch a flight. Around 4:30am, the van hit a pregnant cow. The cow's head smashed through the windshield and the airbag exploded into Bobby's lap. Not wanting to miss his flight, he caught a taxi to the airport, covered in blood from the cow and powder from the airbag. You can imagine the looks he got from the airline. They offered him free drinks and a change of clothes. Paxeos was very grateful that Bobby never sued them, and in turn they always offered him a discount when using their service. There are givers and takers, and Bobby was definitely a giver. He took in injured animals and compassionately mended their injuries. Every time I'd visit Bobby, there would be an assortment of stray dogs, cats, parrots, and even a tortoise laying around with an assortment of ailments, bandages, and stitches. That same sentiment applied to people, too. I never knew what or whom to expect when I stayed at Bobby's house. For those of us that live in Nicaragua, we know that there are many challenges. Life here can never be called a paradise, nor is it predictable. Bobby was diagnosed with throat cancer a few months ago. His twin brother had died an agonizing death with stomach cancer in 2003. Bobby often told me that if he were ever diagnosed with cancer, he would rather take his own life than go through what his brother suffered. I saw Bobby becoming more despondent over this past year and there was nothing that anyone could do to pull him out of his depression....no matter how hard we tried. I'm going to miss Bobby terribly. I have many remembrances of Bobby around our house on Ometepe Island. Every time I would go to Granada, Bobby would give me banana trees, flower cuttings, and fruit trees. The day after Bobby died, our banana tree blossomed with dozens of baby bananas spiraling upward. Yesterday, Bobby's tortoise, Cuba, came to live with us. Good times, good memories. Bobby was cremated and his ashes are in Granada at a friend's house. We're going to plan a celebration of life in February. Bobby loved Lago de Apoyo, so I think that is where he would like his ashes sprinkled. When the plans for Bobby's celebration are complete, I will let everyone know. R.I.P my dear friend.