Page 156 - CBA 1976 YEARBOOK

Bob Aloan died just as the yearbook was going to print, which is why this page isn’t in the front of the book, where it belongs. Bob was, to use a cliche he would hate, someone very special. One can only think of the things he did to put some life into school ... wearing a green Mickey Mouse shirt and an old W orld W ar I helmet for dress — down day and to the Ludden game ... the rusty old baritone saxophone he cherished so much ... his daily attempts to drink four cartons of milk in less than twenty seconds. The list is necessarily personal, but it goes on and on for everyone who knew him.
The day Bob ended his life was a sad day. Not one of his friends could imagine why, or how it happened to someone so intimate with life. Wheth­ er in a tuxedo for the junior prom, or gym shorts for intramurals, Bob was someone with an ability to see beyond the trivia of the world, and with a lust for its real meaning. I knew him well, but not well enough. He was a unique person, someone rare for everyone who came into contact with him. We can only say thanks for making a difference in our lives (and wish the difference was still there).
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It is March
and I just lost a
friend.
I don’t even
knowr why, just when.
I pray the Lord will take him
for he knows not what he has done. Now he has found a new life
and with it, the internal
peace he so longed to achieve.