In Memory Of
Robert James Weldner Sr.
1940
2022
Robert James Weldner Sr.
March 13, 1940 — January 17, 2022
Penfield - "Kicked the bucket" on January 17, 2022 at age 81.
Bob is survived by his kids: Rob Weldner, Trish Weldner, Rick Weldner, and their mom, Trudy Weldner. Further, he leaves behind his twin brother Richard Weldner, nephews Wayne Weldner, Warren Weldner, their beautiful families, Glenna Eggert, and probably others who shouldn't be offended that I forgot their names or relationships to us.
Cremation plans, military honors at Bath National Cemetery, and the spreading of his ashes on the farm where he was raised are in motion. A forthcoming memorial service will be announced here as we are planning a gathering for more suitable weather.
Now for a quick note (and perhaps some uncomfortable truths) about who Bob was to us, to his extended family, and to his friends.
Some people called him a likable a**hole - to his face. Like it or not, that's how they showed their love for Bob, Ghost, Dad. And of course he didn't disagree!
He was an Army combat veteran, a Vietnam War soldier who served America for ten honorable years. Courageous, brave, hardworking, tough, and stubborn. He had a survivor mindset, a 'never quit' drive, and a work ethic second to none.
He was a brother, a husband, a father, a friend, and an animal lover. An ambassador to his beloved town and to his random critters, Bob befriended in a moment people and animals with whom he had only recently brushed elbows or laid eyes on. As the old saying goes, Dad never met a stranger; whether they were four-legged or two-legged.
He was also imperfect. Bob made mistakes along the way, and tried to the best of his ability, in his world view, to right past wrongs. Bob was a prophet. He coined and oft repeated a death prophecy that someone would one day find him dead out working in a yard, which was exactly how he went on January 17, 2022. His passing while snow blowing, in the midst of a peaceful New York snowfall, was befitting of his intimate connection to the outdoors.
Dad quite possibly worked himself to death in his final moments. He didn't know how to quit. And frankly I don't think he would have had it any other way.
-Rick Weldner
Bob is survived by his kids: Rob Weldner, Trish Weldner, Rick Weldner, and their mom, Trudy Weldner. Further, he leaves behind his twin brother Richard Weldner, nephews Wayne Weldner, Warren Weldner, their beautiful families, Glenna Eggert, and probably others who shouldn't be offended that I forgot their names or relationships to us.
Cremation plans, military honors at Bath National Cemetery, and the spreading of his ashes on the farm where he was raised are in motion. A forthcoming memorial service will be announced here as we are planning a gathering for more suitable weather.
Now for a quick note (and perhaps some uncomfortable truths) about who Bob was to us, to his extended family, and to his friends.
Some people called him a likable a**hole - to his face. Like it or not, that's how they showed their love for Bob, Ghost, Dad. And of course he didn't disagree!
He was an Army combat veteran, a Vietnam War soldier who served America for ten honorable years. Courageous, brave, hardworking, tough, and stubborn. He had a survivor mindset, a 'never quit' drive, and a work ethic second to none.
He was a brother, a husband, a father, a friend, and an animal lover. An ambassador to his beloved town and to his random critters, Bob befriended in a moment people and animals with whom he had only recently brushed elbows or laid eyes on. As the old saying goes, Dad never met a stranger; whether they were four-legged or two-legged.
He was also imperfect. Bob made mistakes along the way, and tried to the best of his ability, in his world view, to right past wrongs. Bob was a prophet. He coined and oft repeated a death prophecy that someone would one day find him dead out working in a yard, which was exactly how he went on January 17, 2022. His passing while snow blowing, in the midst of a peaceful New York snowfall, was befitting of his intimate connection to the outdoors.
Dad quite possibly worked himself to death in his final moments. He didn't know how to quit. And frankly I don't think he would have had it any other way.
-Rick Weldner
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