Bob Weinberg, Francine's husband and Amy's brother-in-law, passed away this morning, after a short but intense battle with cancer. There will be a memorial service, Monday, at 10am, at the Schlossberg Funeral Home in Canton. Francine will be having shiva (sp?) at her house for 3 days after, Monday through Wednesday. Bob will be cremated, so there is no cemetery to consider.
Schlossberg and Solomon Memorial Chapel 824 Washington Street Canton, MA 02021. (781) 828-6990
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The Weinberg's house: 74 Regent Rd., Brockton, MA. 508-583-7046
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We arrive in Boston Friday night.
Bobby was a character. He was a philosopher and psychologist in the trappings of a hard working blue collar guy. He busted balls with the best of them, and could always get under your skin, but at the end of the day, you always knew it was out of love. I didn't talk much with him in the last few years, but I did talk to him shortly after he was diagnosed with a brain tumor, just under two months ago. His response? "C'mon, Josh: you HAD to know MY brain was fucked up." Classic Bobby.
We'll miss him, but this was what he wanted: after the cancer hit him only a couple of months ago, he was clear he did not want extraordinary efforts. If it was his time, it was his time. I can say that, with his Alaskan fishing trips, and the shared experience we both had on marrying into the Gorelick clan, he didn't die: He truly lived.
If you wish to send anything, please send to Franny in Brockton. Thanks to all for their warm wishes and sympathies today; nice to hear from friends when this happens.
Schlossberg and Solomon Memorial Chapel 824 Washington Street Canton, MA 02021. (781) 828-6990
Map & Directions
The Weinberg's house: 74 Regent Rd., Brockton, MA. 508-583-7046
Map & Directions
We arrive in Boston Friday night.
Bobby was a character. He was a philosopher and psychologist in the trappings of a hard working blue collar guy. He busted balls with the best of them, and could always get under your skin, but at the end of the day, you always knew it was out of love. I didn't talk much with him in the last few years, but I did talk to him shortly after he was diagnosed with a brain tumor, just under two months ago. His response? "C'mon, Josh: you HAD to know MY brain was fucked up." Classic Bobby.
We'll miss him, but this was what he wanted: after the cancer hit him only a couple of months ago, he was clear he did not want extraordinary efforts. If it was his time, it was his time. I can say that, with his Alaskan fishing trips, and the shared experience we both had on marrying into the Gorelick clan, he didn't die: He truly lived.
If you wish to send anything, please send to Franny in Brockton. Thanks to all for their warm wishes and sympathies today; nice to hear from friends when this happens.
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