Robert Whittington

IN GOD WE TRUST

Whittington, Robert F age 74 passed away on Sep 14, 2020.

Bob was born on June 17, 1946 in NY, New York to Frances & Florence Whittington

He is survived by his wife Maria, and sons Derek & Robert.

He went to Chamanade High School in New York.  After graduation, he went into the Army.

On returning home, he started working for National Airlines at LaGuardia airport, then Boston, & Miami.

Upon the merger of National & Pan Am, he worked in Miami at Pan Am as a Passenger Service Supervisor till closing in 1991.

Maria and Bob were married in 1993.  Bob worked for a short while at Delta Airlines and

later went to work for the City of Miami Springs from 1995 until retiring in 2012.

He was a Board member the homeowners association LMHOA, and then president for many years.

Bob loved nature: walking, biking,  mountain trails  in PA.

He loved animals for which all five of our felines will truly miss him.

Bob was a loving, giving person. A wonderful husband and father.

He was a blood donor, too many times to count .

He always wanted to help others.

His memory will last in our Hearts forever.

Because of Covid , services will be private for the family,  after which,  there will a Memorial Service to be announced at a later date.

WEEP NOT FOR ME

When I am gone, please do not weep,

I have begged the Lord my soul to keep,

When I am gone, please do not mourn,

I have seen my share of dawn.

I am the Lord's protected child,

I am a flower growing wild,

I am a river flowing free,

Ever downward toward the sea.

My dear loving Bobby, your love and devotion will always & forever be remembered in my heart & soul.  I will miss you so terribly.

ALWAYS & FOREVER.    Love Maria

Bobby was also an organ donor. Unfortunately, he was not able to do so in order to help someone.  Even in death he thought of giving to others.

He would have wished his death be called The BED OF LIFE

TO REMEMBER ME

Let my body he taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman,

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.

If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or a word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

In Bob's memory

In lieu of flowers, you may donate to the Vietnam vets, Wounded Warriors, Human Society, or ASPCA