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Robert A. Hanson Jr., 58, passed away on Tuesday, August 28, 2018.
He was born December 14, 1959 to his mother, Mary, and father, Robert. Known to his friends as “Biker Bob,”, he had a passion for motorcycles and dearly loved his family.
He is survived by his brothers, Chris Hanson(Teresa) and Keith Hanson (Laura); sister, Cheryl Hanson; his children, Robert Hanson III (Mehgan), Dawn Durkin (Jim), and Laura Sweeney(Matt); and grandchildren, Steven, Cody, Jordyn, James, Caleb and Chloe; many loving nieces and nephews; and countless friends.
A celebration of life service will be organized for the family at a later date.
The Hanson family is being assisted by Georgia Cremation, 1086 Hwy. 54 West, Fayetteville, Ga., www.georgiacremation.com. The family invites you to leave condolences or to share fond memories below.
Angie Reed says
We are so sorry he had to leave us so soon ! ! All our thoughts and prayers are with the family! RIP Bob. Love the Reed family !
Denise Hilliard says
We are all saddened by the loss of Bob at the Turn. We will miss him every March as he came to celebrate Bike Week with Chris and friends. Continued prayers for the family and friends. RIP Bob
KHemmings says
Prayers too all.sorry for your loss
Brian Smith says
Not for nothing,
I can hear Bob saying that to me still as he excitedly explains whatever his thoughts were at the time. This banter would be briefly interrupted by a slight, but noticeable sucking sound. I often wondered what that sound was exactly. This last year I have found out and I thank the good lord they fit well.
Learning the source of this noise was a big relief to me as I thought he had some kind of speech impediment; aside from being a Yankee/cheese-head/northerner. That not being a bad thing, I just joke and mess with folks a lot and never wanted to hurt his feelings through my own ramblings. Hoping no one was offended by my “southern” humor I sincerely do and say these things endearingly.
Robert A Hanson, “Bob” as I came to know him as, is one of those friends whom I can count on 1 hand that I recall the day we met. No, I do not know the date but do recall the tall, somewhat lost, odd looking fellow hanging around my watering hole. Regular guy talk, playing pool, talking shop and yes, the women too.
Only four, all too short years ago. I met a true friend that has branded my heart through his kindness, his humor, his talent and knowledge, and his peanut butter cookies, Liver & onions, ribs etc.. Only recently did I learn he had gone to culinary school. Kind of pissed he never shared that with me yet looking back I understand why. I’m the skinny guy who can eat like a horse. Had I known, he would have never finished the job he was working number 1 and number 2 I would have eaten any profits he may have made. Lol
After receiving the devastating news of his cancer in July I have checked out. In shock, worry about Bob, worry for his family, offered myself available for whatever I could do, praying I could switch places with him. My world, life, work has not been settled since. Even today my heart is heavy in sorrow of his loss when it’s just now as I write this I realize my selfishness.
I guess this is a natural feeling, I’m just not sure. I have not been sure of anything for a while now, the only thing I am sure of is that I would give anything to have my friend back. I would give anything to back up the clock to working with him again.
2 weeks ago while taking Bob to Brent’s house I apologized to him for not sharing my knowledge of God with him. I explained to him that I had a Sunday school teacher who would say to us “you are the only Bible some may ever read” now more than ever do I know this to be true.
I will see my friend again someday, I know this to be true due to the overwhelming peace I’m feeling now in my heart. I miss my friend but that’s my selfishness, he is no longer suffering the pains and worries of our world. He is riding high on the mountain top with our God, his family & friends who have gone on before, and patiently waiting for us in our time. Love you my brother, thanks for the memories to help me make it through this life until we meet again..
The noise previously mentioned was the sound Bob would make sucking his teeth back into place when he spoke. I never made the connection until I began wearing a plate. Another lesson learned from my friend.