Robert Edmund “Bob” Floyd, age 68 years, of Raritan Township, NJ, died on Tuesday, July 19, 2016 in the Hunterdon Medical Center, Raritan Township, NJ. Born in Irvington, NJ, December 9, 1947, son of the late Edmund Brader and Annelise Baron Floyd, he had resided in the area for the past sixteen years, having formerlyContinue Reading
Robert Edmund “Bob” Floyd, age 68 years, of Raritan Township, NJ, died on Tuesday, July 19, 2016 in the Hunterdon Medical Center, Raritan Township, NJ.
Born in Irvington, NJ, December 9, 1947, son of the late Edmund Brader and Annelise Baron Floyd, he had resided in the area for the past sixteen years, having formerly lived in Stillwater, Denville and Summit, NJ.
A 1965 graduate of Summit High School, Bob went on to study mathematics at Rutgers and graduated with a B.A. in 1969. He taught math for several years at Morristown High School and then spent the majority of his career as a Project Manager with Met Life.
Although his career was important to him, the real priority was being a father to his two cherished daughters, Marissa A. and Angelina K. Floyd, both of Raritan Township, NJ. He loved being a “Dad” and his family was everything. Family trips and making memories are what Bob strived to do; Marissa specifically remembers her annual birthday trip to Dorney Park each year.
He was a comic whose sense of timing was unmatched. His puns, some good, some, well, not so good, still made you laugh. Bob was just a person that you enjoyed being around.
In addition to his daughters, he is survived by a brother and sister-in-law, Rudi and Barbara Floyd of Randolph, NJ; a sister and her fiance, Sandi Tygar and Jeffrey Rusch of Belvidere, NJ; his former wife, Colleen Floyd of Raritan Township, NJ; his dear friends, Nalani and Sarina; several cousins, nephews, nieces and extended family; and his soon-to-be born granddaughter, Ayda Roberta-Rae Floyd, who is due to arrive on the 21st of July.
A celebration of Bob’s life and cremation will be private under the care and direction of Wright & Ford Family Funeral Home and Cremation Services, 38 State Highway 31, Flemington, NJ.
Everyone is invited to visit Bob’s permanent memorial site at www.wrightfamily.com to send a public or private message of condolence and to share stories and photographs of his life.
In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in Bob’s memory to the American Cancer Society via “In Memory Of” by clicking HERE. If you need assistance, please contact the funeral home.
If you prefer to mail your donation, please send to: In Memory Of, 3040 Waverly Drive, Charlottesville, VA 22901. Checks may be made payable to “In Memory Of.”
Bill Sherlock
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Bob and I were classmates at Washington school and SHS. He was a buddy with a great personality. Another standup guy will be missed. Rest in peace my friend.
Jim Lander
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Bob and I were two of the few avid Willie Mays fans at SHS and went to a few Giants-Mets games together in the 60's. We shared the same weird sense of humor so it was always fun to be with him. Rest in peace.
Mary Beth Boggie Birchby
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Bob and I were classmates at SHS. We were both in math classes together. He was always considerate, humorous and caring! I only have such good memories of him. The world has lost a very wonderful person. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. He was very special!
Mary Beth
Addie Cobb
left a message on November 30, -0001:
My condolences to the family. May your fond memories and experiences bring you peace and comfort. I am praying for your continued strength in this difficult time. Addie Fripp Cobb Summit High Class of '65.
Lisa Strang Lewis
left a message on November 30, -0001:
My heart breaks for your loss of such a kind man. Bob and I were in the same class all through elementary school and he was always smiling, kind, and so much fun to be around. We have been FB friends for years now and I know how proud of his daughters he was. RIP, old friend.
Peace of mind is a call away. We’re here when you need us most.
Nan (Hayes) Huseby Godet
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I am so very sorry for your loss. Bob and I went to elementary through high school together...he was an especially nice boy and a lovely man. When I moved back to the States following my husband's death, we re-connected through Facebook and 'chatted' off and on. I am certain he will leave a huge empty space.
Art Murray
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I first met Bob in 7th or 8th grade at then Summit Jr. High School. In 10th grade we sat next to each other in the back of the room for homeroom. We had one class in common, English, with a teacher I thought had it in for me.
One day Bob was so busy the night before, or maybe he just plain forgot, to write the short paper he was to turn in that day for English, and asked if I could help. So I wrote a second paper, gave it to Bob to copy in his handwriting in the next study hall, and turn it in. May not be the best paper, but at least it would be on time. He did.
Yes; it’s called cheating. But it wasn’t surgery, it was character analysis in the “Red Badge of Courage” or some other tome. Who cares?
Guess who got the better grade?
And guess who thought that was freakin' hi-LAR-ious? And not for the last time that year, either. Whenever we went through this little drill Bob would show me the grade he got, then wanted to know what I got. And history would repeat. Head-on-desk-tears-in-eyes laughter. Even more hi-LAR-ious was I now had a case - and couldn't tell anyone!
It wasn't a one-way street, of course; Bob was good in math and when I'd get stuck he would point out where and explain it a different way and - Got it! We helped each other. Bob and I stayed friends.
One day Bob was absent. Later we were to learn that his father suffered a heart attack the night before as he stepped off the Erie-Lackawanna coming back from New York City. Rushed to Overlook he would recover after several weeks of care and scaring the heck out of Bob and his family.
Home for Christmas in 1965 I bumped into Bob at a basketball game, sitting in the bleachers all by himself, far from others. That's when I learned that his father had a second and more massive heart attack and had passed just weeks before.
So I 'welcomed' him to the fraternity of those of us who had lost a father or mother, in my case my father when I was in 4th grade. He never knew about my father. I told him there were more of us but we really never really like to talk about it.
In 2009 my mother died. I'm at the wake talking to someone when I'm tapped on the shoulder. I turn - and there's Bob! Told me, despite of how hard it was at that time of his life to get away, he could never pass up my mother's funeral. For me.
Bob reminded me of that Christmas talk so long ago. I told him that I learned, forty-one years after the fact, that he wasn't the only one that year to lose a parent that year. I told him of one of our classmates - and one of Bob's favorite classmates going back to 3rd grade - whose mother was ill for several years and had died just days before our graduation from SHS. “Can you imagine how she felt?”
Bob never knew. Never knew is friend’s mother was sick, and never knew until then that her mother had died mere months before his father. I thought he would dissolve into the floor hearing this news about his friend; "Ididn'tknow.Ididn'tknow.Ididn'tknow."
Bob, you weren't supposed to know because she didn't want you to know. Remember how you felt, sitting in the bleachers, scared, upset, feeling all alone, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear? That was her, too, Bob. He felt so bad not knowing about that classmate; wanting to help and not knowing how I was almost sorry I told him. And good for you to still have that feeling after all these years, Bob. (Too good a story to keep to myself, I told that classmate about Bob's distress on hearing about her mother. She loved the thought.)
Right now I’m sure that Bob daughters are also “scared, upset, feeling all alone, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear.” It’s normal, girls. It hurts, but it is normal and it will pass. What I hope will not pass is the knowledge that your father had a world of friends and admirers going back to when he was in Kindergarten and feeling a horrible loss right now.
Art Murray
Class of ‘65
Eileen Kelly Hansen
left a message on November 30, -0001:
May God Bless you with a seat close to him. We will have another re for the class of 65 in the other world. Till I see you again, rest in peace.
MaryLou Floyd
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I sit here crying at last. It should come as no surprise to me that I am hearing how others who knew my cousin experienced the same intelligence, generosity and that wit and kindness I have know all my life. I can't text, call, email or see him anymore. The void is deep.
Mel McGee
left a message on November 30, -0001:
To the Floyd family I send my sincere condolences and hold you up in my prayers. Mr. Floyd, I will always remember your kindness, grace, optimism and that beautiful wit of yours!! You honored me with your friendship and it made me laugh every time you called me "McGee". Your in the world beyond now and I hope you know how much you were loved and what a beautiful blessing you were to many. Let the heavenly concerts begin, there is a beautiful new singer and guitar player in the house. Peace out...Mel McGee
Leah Marie Kirk
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I'm thankful that our paths crossed, to have known such a kind and gentle man in a world that unfortunately can be so unkind. You always had a smile on your face which in turn brought a smile to mine. Thank you for that...
D.J. and everyone at Wright & Ford
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Our sincerest sympathies go out to each and every member of Bob's family.
Please know that the trust placed in our family by your family is not lost on us; we are here for each of you anytime, so do not hesitate to contact us at 908.782.3311.
Respectfully,
D.J. Wright
left a message:
Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.
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Bill Sherlock
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Bob and I were classmates at Washington school and SHS. He was a buddy with a great personality. Another standup guy will be missed. Rest in peace my friend.
Jim Lander
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Bob and I were two of the few avid Willie Mays fans at SHS and went to a few Giants-Mets games together in the 60's. We shared the same weird sense of humor so it was always fun to be with him. Rest in peace.
Mary Beth Boggie Birchby
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Bob and I were classmates at SHS. We were both in math classes together. He was always considerate, humorous and caring! I only have such good memories of him. The world has lost a very wonderful person. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. He was very special!
Mary Beth
Addie Cobb
left a message on November 30, -0001:
My condolences to the family. May your fond memories and experiences bring you peace and comfort. I am praying for your continued strength in this difficult time. Addie Fripp Cobb Summit High Class of '65.
Lisa Strang Lewis
left a message on November 30, -0001:
My heart breaks for your loss of such a kind man. Bob and I were in the same class all through elementary school and he was always smiling, kind, and so much fun to be around. We have been FB friends for years now and I know how proud of his daughters he was. RIP, old friend.
Peace of mind is a call away. We’re here when you need us most.
Nan (Hayes) Huseby Godet
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I am so very sorry for your loss. Bob and I went to elementary through high school together...he was an especially nice boy and a lovely man. When I moved back to the States following my husband's death, we re-connected through Facebook and 'chatted' off and on. I am certain he will leave a huge empty space.
Art Murray
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I first met Bob in 7th or 8th grade at then Summit Jr. High School. In 10th grade we sat next to each other in the back of the room for homeroom. We had one class in common, English, with a teacher I thought had it in for me.
One day Bob was so busy the night before, or maybe he just plain forgot, to write the short paper he was to turn in that day for English, and asked if I could help. So I wrote a second paper, gave it to Bob to copy in his handwriting in the next study hall, and turn it in. May not be the best paper, but at least it would be on time. He did.
Yes; it’s called cheating. But it wasn’t surgery, it was character analysis in the “Red Badge of Courage” or some other tome. Who cares?
Guess who got the better grade?
And guess who thought that was freakin' hi-LAR-ious? And not for the last time that year, either. Whenever we went through this little drill Bob would show me the grade he got, then wanted to know what I got. And history would repeat. Head-on-desk-tears-in-eyes laughter. Even more hi-LAR-ious was I now had a case - and couldn't tell anyone!
It wasn't a one-way street, of course; Bob was good in math and when I'd get stuck he would point out where and explain it a different way and - Got it! We helped each other. Bob and I stayed friends.
One day Bob was absent. Later we were to learn that his father suffered a heart attack the night before as he stepped off the Erie-Lackawanna coming back from New York City. Rushed to Overlook he would recover after several weeks of care and scaring the heck out of Bob and his family.
Home for Christmas in 1965 I bumped into Bob at a basketball game, sitting in the bleachers all by himself, far from others. That's when I learned that his father had a second and more massive heart attack and had passed just weeks before.
So I 'welcomed' him to the fraternity of those of us who had lost a father or mother, in my case my father when I was in 4th grade. He never knew about my father. I told him there were more of us but we really never really like to talk about it.
In 2009 my mother died. I'm at the wake talking to someone when I'm tapped on the shoulder. I turn - and there's Bob! Told me, despite of how hard it was at that time of his life to get away, he could never pass up my mother's funeral. For me.
Bob reminded me of that Christmas talk so long ago. I told him that I learned, forty-one years after the fact, that he wasn't the only one that year to lose a parent that year. I told him of one of our classmates - and one of Bob's favorite classmates going back to 3rd grade - whose mother was ill for several years and had died just days before our graduation from SHS. “Can you imagine how she felt?”
Bob never knew. Never knew is friend’s mother was sick, and never knew until then that her mother had died mere months before his father. I thought he would dissolve into the floor hearing this news about his friend; "Ididn'tknow.Ididn'tknow.Ididn'tknow."
Bob, you weren't supposed to know because she didn't want you to know. Remember how you felt, sitting in the bleachers, scared, upset, feeling all alone, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear? That was her, too, Bob. He felt so bad not knowing about that classmate; wanting to help and not knowing how I was almost sorry I told him. And good for you to still have that feeling after all these years, Bob. (Too good a story to keep to myself, I told that classmate about Bob's distress on hearing about her mother. She loved the thought.)
Right now I’m sure that Bob daughters are also “scared, upset, feeling all alone, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear.” It’s normal, girls. It hurts, but it is normal and it will pass. What I hope will not pass is the knowledge that your father had a world of friends and admirers going back to when he was in Kindergarten and feeling a horrible loss right now.
Art Murray
Class of ‘65
Eileen Kelly Hansen
left a message on November 30, -0001:
May God Bless you with a seat close to him. We will have another re for the class of 65 in the other world. Till I see you again, rest in peace.
MaryLou Floyd
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I sit here crying at last. It should come as no surprise to me that I am hearing how others who knew my cousin experienced the same intelligence, generosity and that wit and kindness I have know all my life. I can't text, call, email or see him anymore. The void is deep.
Mel McGee
left a message on November 30, -0001:
To the Floyd family I send my sincere condolences and hold you up in my prayers. Mr. Floyd, I will always remember your kindness, grace, optimism and that beautiful wit of yours!! You honored me with your friendship and it made me laugh every time you called me "McGee". Your in the world beyond now and I hope you know how much you were loved and what a beautiful blessing you were to many. Let the heavenly concerts begin, there is a beautiful new singer and guitar player in the house. Peace out...Mel McGee
Leah Marie Kirk
left a message on November 30, -0001:
I'm thankful that our paths crossed, to have known such a kind and gentle man in a world that unfortunately can be so unkind. You always had a smile on your face which in turn brought a smile to mine. Thank you for that...
D.J. and everyone at Wright & Ford
left a message on November 30, -0001:
Our sincerest sympathies go out to each and every member of Bob's family.
Please know that the trust placed in our family by your family is not lost on us; we are here for each of you anytime, so do not hesitate to contact us at 908.782.3311.
Respectfully,
D.J. Wright
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