When I think of New Hampshire, I don’t think of wagons and teams,
I think of mountains, snow, and cold running streams.
But a man from there with a with a dream in his heart,
Built a Wagon RV pulled by a team and across country he’d start.
Bob is the adventuresome type always following his dreams,
Tis no wonder he put is faith in the people and his draft horse team.
He started his journey with no destination in mind,
Just traveling around, with his four horses and poodle Clementine.
He touched many lives state after state and mile after mile,
He enjoyed life and met every person with a great big smile.
Bob traveled many miles day after day
He made friends everywhere along the way,
With just a few minutes or overnight in each new town,
Word spread and people would come for miles around.
To say “hi” or talk about his adventures and dreams,
Or bring the kids to see his wonderful team.
People who never met Bob, but heard of his amazing journey from
friends or TV,
Followed his travels and saying to themselves, I wish that was me.
Posting events on the Internet to catalog his travels for all to read,
And he loved the responses from everyone admiring the life he leads.
Bob loves life and lives each day like it could be his last,
He looks to the future and doesn’t dwell on the past.
Little did Bob know his journey would pause on a Mississippi Road,
And he’d be burdened with such a heavy load.
But his burden is temporary on his journey through this land,
Because God is holding him in the palm of his hand.
GOD spared BOB DOC JOYCE and his poodle CLEMENTINE for
them to go on,
And took DOLLIE and DEEDEE to pull his chariot and call them his
own.
Bob wasn’t promoting a cause nor on any type of mission,
“Just enjoying life” is his position.
They say out of every bad thing something good comes out if it,
I believe lots of good things will spring from a man like this.
Bob said this journey he got a do-over to start anew,
This is what we all wish we could do.
We know you’re not a quitter and will get another “do-over” my
friend,
Hang in there and get well soon, we’re all are waiting to help you to
hit the road again.
By Al Cade
2-14-09

This poem was written by a gentleman who was the first on sight for Bob's accident. This gentleman also buried Dollie & Dee Dee on his property to make sure they had a proper burial. The love and support that Bob has received through this is incredible. Bob's mom said that Bob was able to get out of bed on his own and go to the bathroom. Every day occurence for most of us but considering how many bones he has broken, this is HUGE for Bob!!! And after seeing the picture of what was left of Bob's RV at the crash site, I know with no uncertainty that there is a God and that He wasn't ready for Bob yet.

Later today, I get to attend the memorial service for my Aunt Connie who was also my Godmother. Ed wanted to know why I would even want to do such a thing. I told him that it isn't even so much to say goodbye to Aunt Connie. I already did that when she was alive. It's to see family members that I very rarely get to see. In our family, funerals are also like reunions. You never know what's going to happen and it may be an opportunity to see everyone one last time. You could be driving along in your homemade RV and horse team and then you could be gone. Life's short. Make it count.