Date: Sunday, February 13, 2022
Location: Waters Chapel
Cemetery: Beth Moses Cemetery
Robert was one of the kindest men I ever met. Jen and I became friends in third grade and both Carol and Robert were so good to me. I remember being shooed out the door because I was late getting home (all the time). Carol would wait a few rings to pick up the phone when my mom was calling. It gave me time to run out of the house so she could honestly say that I was on my way home. Robert would shake his head and chuckle. At the time, I didn’t really understand that it was a game our parents played knowingly and willingly; as a kid, it just felt like someone was looking out for me and the Samnicks’ house felt just as much like home as my own house did.I remember being a Catholic kid, witnessing Hanukkah firsthand, not knowing what was going on, but feeling like a part of things. And that Jen could come to our Christmas traditions, like decorating the tree (sometimes, with the cat) and it all felt right.Of all the things Robert imparted to us as kids, I think tolerance was probably the core value that has had the biggest influence on my daily life. He was tolerant of a couple of silly, giggling girls, taking over the house every day. Of sharing family traditions with each other. Of his wife’s “other children” and the crazy dog. He seemed to take everything in stride and never made a big deal of any of it. I hope I never forget his lesson. He is missed, and loved, and always will be. As we Irish say, may the road always rise to meet you. Godspeed, Mr. Samnick.
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