Bobby Cummines

Bobby Cummines was one of those rare souls who could light up any room he walked into. Born in 1952, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a laugh that was utterly infectious. Bobby had a way of making everyone feel like they were the most important person in the room, whether he'd known you five minutes or five decades. He was the kind of man who'd give you the shirt off his back, then tell you a story so funny you'd forget you were cold. Family meant everything to Bobby. He adored his wife Margaret, his high school sweetheart, and they were still holding hands like teenagers after 48 years of marriage. His three children - Robert Jr., Sarah, and little Michael (who wasn't so little anymore) - were his pride and joy. Sunday dinners at the Cummines household were legendary: Bobby would be manning the barbecue, telling exaggerated stories about his "misspent youth" that had the grandkids in stitches, while Margaret rolled her eyes and snuck him another beer. He was the kind of grandfather who'd let you stay up past bedtime, sneak you extra ice cream, and then magically produce a pound coin from behind your ear. In his younger days, Bobby had a bit of a wild streak - though he'd always insist he was just a "businessman whose business was crime" rather than any sort of gangster. He loved a good practical joke and had a million stories that usually started with "There was this one time..." and ended with everyone laughing too hard to breathe. As he got older, he found his calling helping others turn their lives around, using his own experiences to guide young people away from the path he'd once walked. He had a soft spot for underdogs and spent countless hours mentoring at-risk youth, always believing that people could change if given a chance. Bobby passed away peacefully on March 8, 2026, surrounded by his family. He left behind a legacy of laughter, love, and second chances. The world feels a little dimmer without his smile and that booming laugh that could be heard three blocks away. But we take comfort knowing that somewhere, Bobby's probably already organizing a heavenly poker game and telling Saint Peter he's dealing the next hand. He'd want us to remember him with a smile and a raised glass, so here's to you, Bobby - the man who proved it's never too late to write a new chapter. We'll miss you something terrible, but we know you're up there causing delightful chaos and making everyone laugh, just like you always did.