Bob Alfred BICKLE
Bob Alfred BICKLE
  • September 29, 1926 - November 16, 2017
  • Phoenix, Arizona

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On November 16th, 2017, my dear sweet daddy (Bob Alfred Bickle) took his last breath as he wished, in our arms and at home. We were so blessed to have had him as our rock, our hero, and the kindest, most generous soul we will ever know!
Daddy moved to Arizona when he was 3-months old with his parents, Maryann Weaver Bickle and Scott Bickle, and his older brother, J. A. Bickle and has lived here ever since. A few years later his sister Georgie Sue was born, his love and protection for her was from the beginning of her life until she preceded him in death last December. The two of them shared a generous heart and limitless since of humor and the loss of their beloved big brother, J.A,. 28 years ago was never far from their thoughts as they talked about him often.
Daddy met the love of his life, my mom, in 4th grade when he became friends with her big brother Sherman Laine, but it was not until he returned from serving in the Navy during World War II that they began dating. They were together for 5 1/2 years before eloping on September 13th, 1952. A secret that they kept until an engagement party was thrown for them on South Mountain. They then moved into their house on East Oak Street in January of 1953 and lived there together until the day of his passing!
My brother, Jay Riley Bickle, and I grew up in that house, a magical place full of happiness and love! My brother was taken from us at the age of 8. Rocked by sadness, my mom and dad rallied for me. The gift they gave me was not something that money could buy... yet something treasured and rare...maybe seeing their sadness at the loss of Jay made me realize the depth of their love for me. That love has enabled me to become strong and resilient and brave.
When I think of daddy, I think of the lyrics, "I can fly higher than an eagle for you are the wind beneath my wings". He was that for both Mom and me. He lived the first 85 years of his life healthy and devoting himself to his family. The true nature of his soul was never more evident than in the love and care he showered on my son, Stephen. I had always thought him the best of father's but his devotion to Stephen was truly uncharted water. Over the last six years of his life, his strength and devotion to us never wavered. He took each new challenge without complaint and with his trademark sense of humor. He struggled to stay longer than was comfortable for him, he just could not bring himself to leave us.
He is survived by his adoring wife, Betty Bickle; his daughter, Regena Falling (Miss Bean) and son-in-law, Michael Falling; his grandson, Stephen Falling, countless nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. His was indeed a life well lived!