My father died on July 14, 2006 of a heart attack. His death was sudden and certainly not expected.  He was a young 67 and for the most part, in great health.  Its funny how you dont appreciate something until its gone.  My dad and I rarely saw eye to eye on things, yet I loved him very much.

Isn't it amazing how much smarter our parents get as we get older?  :-)

Dad, I love you and will miss you.

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My Dad's Obituary

Robert A. Schwartz, Sr.

Robert A. Schwartz, Sr., 67, of Hampton, died Friday, July 14, 2006 at the Exeter Hospital. 

He was born December 1, 1938 in the Bronx borough of New York, NY a son of the late Charles R. and Katherine (Manning) Schwartz.

Mr. Schwartz was a graduate of the Coast Guard Academy, New London, CT and served 20 years with the US Coast Guard, retiring with the rank of Commander.  He was a veteran of the Vietnam War.

He enjoyed traveling, refinishing furniture, antiques, was a gourmet cook and had a great sense of humor.  His yard and gardening were always kept to perfection.  He was a devoted husband, father and grandfather.

Family members include his wife of 46 years, Janet (Fallon) Schwartz of Hampton, a son, Robert A. Schwartz, Jr. of San Jose, CA, three daughters, Ann Marie Zayas and her husband, Nelson of Pembroke Pines, FL, Christine Tobey and her husband, Rick of Kittery Point, ME and Janine Schwartz of Denver, CO, three grandchildren, Nicolas and Sofia Zayas and Jackson Robert Tobey, two sisters, Jane Vetter of New Hyde Park, NY, Susan McBride of Lynchburg, VA, several nieces and nephews.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam.
When that which drew from the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark.

For, though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Alfred Tennyson, 1889