Bob built Mike and I’s first two homes. He was our builder, but through the process became our friend. Unfortunately while building our second home he was diagnosed with cancer and passed away shortly after. It’s funny that after all these years I still walk through our home and Bob’s touch in different places and smile. We have an archway from the reading room to the living room that was his idea. Our laundry room is upstairs, which I was convinced it would leak and make a huge mess, but he talked us into it. Boy was that a great decision. No more carrying clothes up and down to flights of stairs. He worked our kitchen out perfectly so I could have my double oven. He suggested pocket doors in several places to save space. And his writings are still on some of the concrete outside. I see the writings when I’m planting flowers and just smile.