Robert Law

Miss you...
How I loved that you were into Nature, and hot rods and muscle cars just like me. I was always so happy when you inquired about my little English car, remembering and reciting details about it that even I didn't know! Truly another wrench puller, and DIY, like me.
Your home canned, and smoked salmon was the best...ever.
Our last conversation was tearful..but I am so glad we had the ability to talk, face to face.
Thank you Uncle Bob for taking an interest in me, and for sticking up for me in ways only you and I knew was 'the right thing to do."
Your caring ways showed me love, and I will be forever grateful.
As we said to each other so many times..
See you at the start line...and burn that rubber!

Thank you Charlene...your tribute is beautiful.

Law siblings, left to right, John, Gene, Luella, Bob
2014 in McBride

Born in Vancouver to parents Alvin & Amelia (Millie), Bob was the baby, by 11 years, of 4 children. Predeceased by his Father in 1958, Mother in 2002, and brother John in 2020. Also predeceased by step dad, Orville; sisters in-law Diane & Nancy; brother in-law Ray; nephew Garner. Survived by brother Gene (Renatta); sister Luella; nieces Cyndi (Stuart), Janice (Fiori), Charlene (Lee); nephews Randy (Nadene), Rick (Sara); great nieces & nephews Steve, Ryan, Robyn, Alex, Adaleena, Aleeshia, Myranda & Madilyn.

Bob was 10 when he lost his dad, leaving his mom a widow with no income, having to find work. When school was finished for the summer, Millie would put Bob on the train in Vancouver to travel to Valemount, where sister Lue would pick him up to spend the summers in McBride on the farm, which became his second home for many years, learning to drive tractors, stacking hay bales, milking cows and everything else farm life had to offer. His love for animals was strong, remembering stories of rescuing puppies & kittens, feeding piglets & orphaned calves, and a special attachment to the family farm dog, Suzy.

Bob married Lynn in 1971 in Golden, BC, and through their 25 year marriage, they built 3 homes together in the Delta/Surrey area, the last one being the home Bob still lived in. He took pride in craftmanship, thinking of every little detail.

Bob had a love for muscle cars. His first car was a blue Nova and from then, he owned many sports cars over the years, as well as trucks & a Bronco. In the early 80's he started to build a 1923 Ford T-bucket hot rod from scratch. He spent countless hours in the garage ensuring every detail was exact, customizing it a bit to his liking, finally completing it years later, enjoying it every summer. He also acquired a 55 Chev Belair that he restored and with both cars, spent many years attending car shows & belonging to car clubs, meeting new friends with the same interest. Oddly enough, both cars are blue, the same colour as his Nova.

Bob had many hobbies besides cars. Every year he would visit McBride, always coming at different times of the year. Fall months he'd arrive to hunt moose, deer and geese. Summer time for fishing and berry picking. And the odd time for Easter or Christmas, hoping for the chance to get skates on to enjoy some ice time in the quiet town arena. He always showed up for special occasions & milestones. My sister, Janice, & I were always waiting impatiently for the "cool uncle" to arrive. Longer hair, sports car and rock music. What couldn't be cooler? He'd poke fun at us, holding us down to tickle us 'til we couldn't breathe from laughing so hard, teaching us to fish, and so many other memories, too long to list.

Bob the hockey player. Bob LOVED hockey. His dream to get to the NHL was cut short by luck, but he stayed in the sport coaching many Bantam hockey teams for countless years, as well as playing on teams himself. Some of those players he coached did make the NHL and some became life long friends. His assortment of trophies, awards, team photos, & jerseys attest to that. He had an eye for speed, puck handling and co-ordination, and made every player he coached, feel important and an equal part of the team.

Bob had a knack for wheeling and dealing, always looking for an opportunity. He partnered in a motorbike sport shop selling Honda's and eventually Harley Davidson's. After selling the business, he would scout out sport and work equipment businesses that were going bankrupt, scoop up items he knew would be valuable and became a regular seller every weekend at flea markets, reselling his found treasures.

His career path in the gas fitting trade provided growth, security, and close relationships for life. He moved up in the ranks and was senior stores manager when he retired from Fortis BC. Never really retiring, he continued to make a small business of installing & fixing gas fireplaces, as well as custom hockey nets he'd donate or sell.

Fisherman Bob. His passion. Trips to the Queen Charlottes galore, many travels with friends ocean fishing, river fishing and lake fishing, would be the most memorable times. The moment fishing was brought up, Bob would light up like a Christmas tree. He lived to be out on the water or river banks, patiently challenging the waters for any bite. It wasn't just the sport of fishing, it was also the culinary side. Fish was his go-to food, living a healthy lifestyle and diet, with the odd craving for chocolate and Nanaimo Bars. I was fortunate to spend a few summers canning fish with him, and "trying" to learn his magical ways of fileting & deboning. He knew exactly how many bones were in each species, could most likely do it blind folded. His smoked candied salmon was the best treat we all longed to enjoy and his seafood chowder was pretty darn good too.

Bob was grumpy on the outside but had a side of the best sense of humour. If you were lucky to see that side, you knew you had a friend for life. One of his favorite sayings to our girls was "You're going to the moon, Alice", fists clenched with an empty threat of a punch. Another was "You might be able to get out of the way of the right, but the left hook will get you every time", again, with an empty threat of a punch to the side.

Uncle Bob, aka "Uncle Booby", "Bla-bla", you were one of a kind. Cautious, meticulous, patient, stubborn, procrastinator, stoic yet reserved, with a smile from ear to ear & a mischievous little twinkle in your eye. I will miss our daily video chats, listening to your political rants, sharing stock market and investment ideas, being able to pick up the phone to ask a question, sharing "words of the day" for the radio contests, our visits, your caring way and YOU. I was honoured to always be in your corner (& vice versa), especially the last few months. I am at peace knowing you had your wish granted to be in a better place, no longer in pain and suffering. You lived a full life in the time you had. Thankyou for the memories that we will hold onto forever. Rest easy Uncle Bob. It's your time to fly. Until we meet again. xo

Bob & Mike McGuire, best friend, trip to Maritimes, at Mike's brother's in Nova Scotia

From fishing friend, Tu.

So sorry to hear of Bob’s passing. We went to high school together and reconnected recently via a mutual friend. We texted back and forth and helped each other get through a few rough days/weeks for each other. We laughed and reminisced of our time knowing each other as friends and high school sweethearts. I will miss his compliments but feel grateful he is no longer in pain.

It is with great sadness that I say goodbye to my best friend and confidant of the past 15 years. We enjoyed many travel adventures and family holidays….hot rod night at the local A&W and music night at open mic in White Rock. He was a great “ fixer” if anything needed repair and was obsessed about my locking the car and front door. Bob had a very kind and generous sprit and was available to help anyone who needed his expertise. I know he is now enjoying listening to his favorite song…Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven and is in the comfort of his mom, dad and brother John. Rest in peace my love….you will be sorrily missed❤️

Bob, my fishing buddy, I will miss you forever. We fished many places including the Charolette’s, under the Alex Fraser, the Serpentine and the Nicomen Slough. You were the brother to me that I never had. I was glad I got to see you just prior to your leaving us on that Sunday. Rest in peace Bob. Your friend for ever. Ed

Bob spent the last 15 years of his life spending time with family and friends, alongside his beloved partner Val. Although he never remarried, his was a welcomed addition to the Davis family and their extended family, spending many beautiful summer vacations up at Emma Lake, Saskatchewan. Bob and Val enjoyed many adventures together, ranging from Mexico getaways, to visiting Bobs sister in McBride. Bob loved spending time with his surrogate grand-daughters Stevie and Jessie and their Bob will be sorely missed. God speed Bob, may you find peace.

So sorry we didn't say goodbye in person. You were a great neighbour and we loved you "two bits" worth when we met on the street!


Rest in Peace our Friend!!

I first met Bob over 50 years ago at BC Hydro when I was working as a ‘summer student’. We became friends and always stayed in touch over the years.

Bob taught me the health values of eating salmon, which he was good at catching.

We traveled to the Queen Charlottes Islands and the Maritime Provinces, as well as getting together for Holiday meals and birthdays.

Bob lived a good life. He was a good friend to our family. We will miss him.

Mike McGuire

Bob was the kind of man you don’t come across very often—steady, passionate, and completely in his element when he was out on the water. At 78, he had lived a full life, but if you really wanted to understand him, you only had to spend a day fishing by his side.
The Serpentine River was his place. In the fall, you could count on Bob being there, rod in hand, reading the water like only a seasoned fisherman can. He wasn’t just another guy on the bank—he was one of the best out there. The kind of fisherman others watched, learned from, and quietly tried to keep up with.
We spent many days together fishing the Dewdney Slough as well, chasing coho salmon. Some days were better than others, but we had more than our share of success—enough to keep us coming back, time and time again. Those were good days… simple, honest, and memorable.
Bob had a love for more than just fishing. He had a passion for hot rods, especially his 1928 bucket and his 1956 bel ray Chevy. He appreciated craftsmanship, power, and the joy of the open road. I remember one day bringing my son’s 1967 Beetle over to go cruising—somehow that turned into a trip to his favorite blueberry farm, where we filled up on fresh berries and had a great laugh along the way. That was Bob—plans were always flexible if something better came along.
He also had a knack for finding a deal. I’ll never forget picking him up early one morning to go fishing, only to sit and wait so he could hear the “keyword of the day” on the radio for a chance to win a cash prize. Before long, he had me doing the same thing. That was Bob too—always a little bit of fun mixed into everything.
After fishing season, Bob and Val would head down to Cabo, to the Barcelo resort. He loved the warmth, the people, and the chance to relax after long days on the river. He even convinced Diane and I to go one year, and it was easy to see just how happy that place made him.
But the happiest I ever saw Bob was one rainy day on the Serpentine. The water was full of coho—schools everywhere—but like so often happens, they just weren’t biting. Most of us were struggling. Not Bob.
He had been experimenting with a hoochie behind a Blue Fox, and that day, he cracked the code. One after another, he started hooking fish—over ten coho—putting on a show the rest of us won’t forget. We stood there watching this “old school” fisherman outfish all of us, and he was loving every minute of it. The smile on his face said everything.
The next day, we were all asking him for one of his special setups. Bob was in heaven—sharing, teaching, and enjoying the moment.
That’s how I’ll always remember him.
A great fisherman, a car guy, a deal hunter, and most importantly, a good friend. The kind of man who made every trip better just by being there.
He’ll be deeply missed, but never forgotten.

Worked with Bobby from 1990, loved his grumpy demeanour, if you didn’t know him he scared you, he was the most generous man around. He made many gas pipe hockey nets for donations or whoever needed one. I remember his bike collection in stores at Surrey ops. He would collect old broken bike, refurbish them and give them to less fortunate families. RIP Brother.

My friend, we will meet again. Forever in my heart. ♥️🙏