Hey dad, 
It's me.  It has now been a month since you left.   Can you come back now?  I thought I was prepared because I knew at some point you had to go.  But, I am alone now daddy and can't seem to find my way back home.  I miss you so much dad, this pain just won't seem to go away.  I know it is selfish to ask, but can you come back to stay.  
I love you so much
Me

First, I would like to say thank you to all that have reached out to Mark and I.   How fortunate we were to have the father God gave us,  for our children to experience his love, and even great grandchildren.  And to have shared him with all of you. Anyone that knew our dad, knew his love and you were family too.  I wondered if I could find the words to describe 51 years I shared with my father, but truly it came down to just one, Blessed.  He was the first man I would love and as I grew into adulthood he became my best friend.  I was asked recently if I was angry at God for taking him, even though I prayed for a full recovery, I  prayed more that God would bring his love and peace to a man that gave everything of himself and took nothing in return.  We are going to miss him greatly.   As a family, together we are going to grieve his passing, but we are also going to celebrate his homecoming and life.   My granddaughter said to me the other day, "my momma is sad and crying,   did you know my papa went to heaven?" That child like faith that God wants us to strive to have.  No tears, no doubts, just my Papa went to heaven, what a great reminder of the peace God can bring.  
I love you daddy,  and I will see you soon.

I didn’t know Robert to well. Met him a few times when Kaylee and David got married. Then I met him again when you moved to Colorado while I was meeting the new addition to the family. He was a nice guy and I enjoyed getting to know him. RIP 

I will alaways remember the graduation of Cole  ,it was as he said a very good day.He was a very good man and loved all his family very much.God bless all and remember the best.Love Linda and Eric Griggs

Mr. Rickles who later I called Dad-
 Rena and I met over Tigers  back fence.  She was 7 and I was 8. Mark you and Tiger were a bit more than babies.  From that point on we were inseparable playing between her house & mine. Saturday nite "non sleep" overs; summers of endless sleep overs and there was Mr Rickles accompanying us safely every time as we trapsed back and forth from olive grove ct to olive grove lane.  Our laughter often loud enough to be heard over  
'the game' got us a mild warning  "Sis y'all cut out those lights." However when Alabama was playing ... well lets just say it wasnt quite as gentle of a warning. Years later  into our teens we were getting the keys  instead. After getting our curfew Dad made sure we heard  "Y'all  look out for each other out there and stay together!" 
Us:  Ok!  Dad: HEY 
 Us: Yes ok we promise!
Knowing the score when Auburn was playing was crucial to whether we were in trouble for being late or it was all good we got at least another half our...!
 The years sure rolled by and with larger gaps of time and even many states between allof us Carlos and all the others popping in & out  (and there were a lot) we were surely blessed to be included in the Rickles Clan... 
 thank you Dad for our second home, and putting up with our shinanigans and most importantly the lesson that God makes us families even when we aren't blood.  WE ARE GONNA LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER down here. And I promise Dad to hold Rena's hand and keep her safe when its too dark for her to walk alone.

I will never forget the fun mom and Uncle Bobby always had together.  I am so glad they got to take a cruise together a few years ago. They had such a great time. I will miss him but thinking of their childhood stories puts a smile on my face. I know they are having a good time in heaven!

With a lifetime of  memories, it was difficult to choose one, however what is very vivid is playing Uno with Mark, Rena, Carlos, Tom and Paul at dads house. Now you may be asking yourself, how can such an innocent and childish game invoke such an evocative memory?  Well, there is a simple answer. As my turn came around, I laid my card down,  followed by a very noticeable expletive. I said THE word, the big one, the queen mother of dirty words. The F - - -. It was at that moment I realized dad was behind me. I thought, that's it. What's it gonna be? The guillotine, Chinese water torture? Meer childs play for what surely awaited me. However, to my great relief with everybody looking at me like I had lobsters come out of my ears, all dad did was snicker and say, "He's good, he gave me gas"  I considered that my one free pass, and better believe I never f'ing said it again........well, in front of him anyways. That's who he was. Love you dad

This man was the most giving person on this earth.  Always took care of those that were not his own. I remember the trips tom7-11 with the kids and paying for all there goodies knowing they really
Didn’t bring their money 
He will forever live in our hearts. A father figure, granddaddy , friend. 
Love you and miss you so much 

I have so many and all are unforgettable. My favorites include granddaddy’s excited face to cook for me and wait for my reaction . Once I say it’s delicious, the sweet smile on his face because it made him so happy to take care of everyone all of the time . He treated me like his own daughter and I never felt any different .  He once sat next to my bed all day long after I fell and hit my head. He made sure I didn’t fall asleep . I will never forget that as long as I live. He read to me all day and made me laugh so hard it hurt .  That’s love!! He will be in my thoughts and heart every single day. 

OBITUARY

Robert Earl Rickles

October 12, 1938 – October 2, 2019

Rosewood-Kellum Funeral Home

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