Harold “Bob” Kirkbride, 74, of Clearwater, FL passed away on Tuesday, November 5, 2013 at home.
Bob was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan to Betty Brown and Deskin Miller and was adopted by Mildred Cusick Kirkbride and Harold Kirkbride.
He attended Breton Downs Elementary and Grand Rapids Catholic High school. Bob graduated from Central High School in 1958 and a joined the Navy in 1959. He was a Hospital Corpsman with the Navy, attached to the Marines and served in Vietnam. While serving he became an certified X-ray Technician.
He returned to Grand Rapids, MI, in 1968 and worked with his Father, Harold (Sandy) Kirkbride in Furniture Sales. He married and had three children and lived in Grand Rapids until 1975. He attended Grand Valley College for two years. He divorced, remarried and included two step children in his family in 1978. The following year he moved to Florida for a job change, continuing in Sales but in the boating industry. Leaving the boating industry in the 80’s he became involved in the Historical Restoration field and worked with Preservation Services. He was most proud of the historical restoration project on the Ringling Museum where he was a project manager. Bob’s final years brought him to work with West Marine, a job which he loved because he was a “people person”.
Florida became the place where he spent most of his boating, flying and motorcycling years. He became a pilot, owned his own plane, owned several boats over the years and too many motorcycles to count. He was fierce about his Scottish heritage and was introduced to the St. Andrews Society and served as a board member for many years and finally served as President of the society for 2004 and 2005. He was a member of the Clearwater Sertoma Club and served as an officer and Board Member of the Island Yacht Club and the Sunset Grove Condominium Association.
Bob Loved…loved his planes, loved his boats, loved his motorcycles and even loved his cars and certainly last but not least his friends.
Most of all Bob loved his Children, Grandchildren, Great Grandchildren and his wife. They were his heritage to the world.
Please sign the guestbook below.
This poem, written by Bob in 1994, is a beautiful description of how Bob felt about his life and death in his own words. We felt moved to share it with all that loved and cared for him.
SPIRIT KEEPER
When I have left, my body dead,
my spirit free to fly instead
of being bound to limits, flesh,
to be with you in new ways, fresh.
I ask you, “keep me in your heart”,
a little burden at the start.
Bear me lightly as you go,
and do the things in life loved so.
When you hold a loved one near,
hold me with you, hold me dear,
I will feel the love again,
you will feel my presence then.
As your children, born and grow,
see them through your eyes for my soul,
let me look a future true,
they will see my eyes in you.
In the morning when you wake,
your minds first thoughts, at day break,
think of me – of life renewed,
let me feel life course in you.
When you are out in God’s green world
with the trees and grasses swirled,
hold my spirit next to skin,
let me feel the wind again.
Free water, stream or ocean still,
boating, wading, as you will,
(my spirit loves the water so!),
please take me with you when you go,
And place your hand in water clear,
touch sand bottom, have no fear,
my spirits with you touching too,
I feel again, for I am you.
When the fancy strikes you right,
wear my Tartan, what a sight!
And hear the pipes and they will call
my spirit to you, standing tall.
When you’re with family, Kirkbride Clan,
bring me with you as I am,
a spirit, visiting with kin,
feeling families love again.
As you sit and talk of life,
of love and war, or peace and strife,
pause a moment, remember me,
tell a story, set me free!
Tell the children, tell the tale,
of their Grandpa Bob who loved so well,
the good things done, play down the bad,
to think of Grandpa should be glad.
All will feel me there with you,
will feel my spirit in you too.
I will live again in love,
will sit with you, not up above.
Harold Kirkbride
May 26, 1994
In lieu of flowers it was Bob’s wish that donations be made in his name to Hillsdale College.
33 East College St.
Hillsdale, MI 49242
“Memo line” In memory of Harold Kirkbride
It has been decided that rather than having a memorial service, a personalized bench at Lowry Park Zoo in Tampa, FL will be purchased in his honor.
Bob took great joy in visiting the zoo. We hope that you will look for his bench when visiting the zoo in the years to come.
Bonnie
You are in our thoughts and prayers
Bob will be missed
DEAR BONNIE. SO SORRY TO HEAR OF BOBS PASSING.
GOD BLESS YOU AND KEEP YOU AND YOUR FAMILY
IN THIS SAD NEWS. WE WILL KEEP YOU IN OUR
PRAYERS FOR PEACE. FAREWELL TO BOB, A FINE MAN.
I miss you already Dad.
Bob, Your little brother here, I’m so thankful that you came into our lives, wish we could have had more time together. I most of all am so thankful that you came into our Dad’s life, it completed the last chapter in his life book. I think you knew how happy that made him, and how proud of you he was. To all the Kirkbride family the Miller family will miss Bob too. God Bless.
Deskin “Skip” Miller
Bonnie,
We were saddened by the news of Bob passing. If there is anything we can do please call us 757-515-9347.
Judy & Cindy
Rest in peace my friend..You will be missed by all that had a chance to know you..
Cousin Bob – I will greatly miss our NAVY and political talks; thanks for the F-5 stickers. You were always the life of the party!!
Cousin Bob – I will greatly miss our NAVY and political talks; thanks for the F-5 stickers. You were always the life of the party!!
Bonnie and Bob’s family, I’m so sorry for your loss, and mine. Bob will remain in our hearts.We are so blessed to have had him in our lives. Go with God, old friend.
Bonnie, we were deeply saddened to learn of Bob’s passing.
He loved and embraced life with an exuberance beyond compare. He wil be greatly missed.
John and Janet
A fine example of a Scottish Gentleman!
i will miss uncle bob as he impacted my life more than he knew
A chapter M friend. I am so sorry for this loss. I just read Bob’s poem and was moved more than most anyone could know. He speaks of truths of being with those who take him with them. You will feel him for he does love you.
Bob and I have had a long and rewarding relationship which began at Horizon Chemicals and then, I persuaded him to join me at Preservation Services where we specialized in historic building restoration. His enthusiasm for his work was infectious. This relationship continued with our membership in the St. Andrew’s Society. He will long be remembered. Condolences to Bonnie and his family.
It is hard to believe that such an enormous personality is gone. He inspired me to enjoy life more; especially the little things that most people overlook. A fine meal, a beautful view, time spent with a friend, watching a dog’s joy in running on a beach, etc. He loved his family and friends, he loved his country, and he loved life.
Bob, You and I have been best friends since we were little kids and will remain so — just a little quieter. Bill
Although I knew Bob only a short time, he left an indelible impression upon me. His love of life, his love of family and friends, his love of his heritage, his curiosity, his desire to share, all of these things I will remember fondly. But most of all I will remember Bob’s positive attitude, and his CHOICE to see the good and the beautiful. It is that choice to see the good in life that I will take with me.
Thank you Bob!
Bob, you will be missed. Sitting around the campfire at Hardy Oaks won’t be the same. Listening to your stories and enjoying a jagermeister with you now and again are memories I will cherish.
The spirit is now free to roam,
The body turned to earth and bones.
Forever held in all our hearts,
Let the spirit’s journey start.
Remembered by it’s family and friends,
The spirit’s life will never end.
Held near and dear by loved ones too,
The spirit lives again in you.
You’ll find it in the woods and water,
At Hardy Oaks or in Clearwater.
Or maybe somewhere in between,
riding two wheels, living its dream.
One place you will always find it,
Is from within, where you’re reminded,
Of a father, a husband, a brother or friend,
And don’t forget: the best granddad.
That spirit’s name is Harold Kirkbride
He lives on forever, enjoying the ride.
This is an email that I sent Uncle Bob a few weeks before he died. It says everything I wanted to say: I want you to know that you touched many hearts and we have been blessed to know you. None of us will ever be the same because of your involvement in our lives. I will forever hold dear the memories of you calling me “Anne Puchins”, and all of your other pet names for people. (Will Trafalger, and Rob-the-Beeksley are two more that immediately come to my mind.) I have very fond memories of visiting the two of you for spring break vacations. Some of the most vivid memories are:
– trying to eat fresh hot steamed peanuts at the boat docks with my mom, and throwing them to the pelicans because we thought they were terrible!
– visiting the festival in Dunedin with you in your kilt
– boogie boarding on the beach with Rob
– Jenny and I tooling around in the red convertible
– the tradition of visiting Hooters
– eating oysters on the half shell for the first time
And then there are the memories of the recent years at the cabin. So many times that we will hold close and cherish. You have been a wonderful grandpa to Chase. Thank you so much for taking him when you took John camping, to baseball games, and just plain loving him as your own. You have always made me and my family feel like part of your family and we consider you as such. Thank you for being you, and thank you for loving us. We will always love you and have a special place in our hearts where you live.
Forever Your Anne Puchins….
I am honored to have been able to call you “Uncle Bob”. I will never forget how excited you were when we finally got a place at Hardy Oaks. I still have the welcome note you left on our cabin door. You will forever hold a special place in the hearts of the Greer Family.
I’m going to miss you my man!
Just ran across this and had not read before. Missing you dad.