Obituary for Robin Lawrence Ballard
ROBIN LAWRENCE BALLARD
DECEMBER 26, 1941 – JUNE 2, 2020
Robin was the best Dad and husband anyone could ask for, he was a true gentleman and a very cool role model/mentor. He loved the great outdoors, his grandkids, kids, beautiful wife, family and friends old and new. Robin liked nothing better than to be out camping where he could be fishing, hiking, hunting or challenging to whoop someone’s butt playing crib. He was so proud and excited when his grandsons joined him at the hunting camp and loved the time he had with them, sharing with them the great appreciation he had for the outdoors. At the end Robin’s brightest moments were the sound of his youngest grandkid’s playing.
Anyone who has one of Robin’s special boat loaders, swings, knives or drawings (and more) knows how talented he was. More often than not when Robin explained things he would draw them out so it was easier to understand by seeing what he meant. This was an amazing talent all in its own, he had the mind of an engineer with the talent and skill to bring those ideas to life.
Survived by wife Lynn (nee Hafstein), children Florence (Laurie), Janna (Eddy De Witte (Nole, Owen, Merek)) and Keith (Ivy (Barin, Isabella)), sister Joanne (Lou Marchie (Laurel (Bruce, Elena) Colin (daughter Cassidy (Ryan, Camden)), Niece Christine (Jason, Farah & Paige), Sister –in law Anne Ballard (son Michael).
Predeceased by his parents Lawrence and Edna, brothers Randy and Murray, Sister-in- law Donna, her husband Leo Bozzer and niece Cherie Ballard.
Robin died at home surrounded by his family, it was a place he built and loved. The family would like to express their gratitude to Dr. Van Zyle, Nuala, nurses, home support and doctors for their assistance during this difficult time.
The family will be having a gathering at a later date. “Your battle with cancer is over, rest easy Robin.”
I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
– When I am Dead My Dearest (by Christina Rossetti)