Bob was born in Birch River, MB October 26th, 1940 and passed away in Flin Flon, MB September 30th, 2015. Bobby was predeceased by his Parents Len & May (Scott) Cooper of Bowsman MB; Brothers John Cooper of Moose Lake, MB and Carmen Cooper of Rocky Mountain House, AB and Sister Louella Wilson of Bowsman, MB. Daddy will be forever missed by Daughters; Cathymay Cooper of The Pas, Donnalu Cooper of Niagara Falls and Robilynn Cooper Roberts (Lee) of Flin Flon; Grandpa is survived by Donald Archibald of Niagara Falls; Reggie and Jayla Roberts of Flin Flon. Bobby will be missed by Brother Norwood Cooper of Cranberry Portage; Sisters Sharon “Punky” Mosiondz of Swan River, Evelyn “Pixie” (Eric) Crellin of Saskatoon and Janet (Al) Styba of Snow Lake. Uncle Bob will be remembered by the many nieces and nephews in this family. Bob will be grieved by special friend Martha & family in Mexico and best of friends Gerry Charron and Jack Weseen. When we were kids we thought my dad was a cowboy; he always had that unhurried amble, hand in pocket cowboy walk; dress up meant a bigger belt buckle and cowboy boots; Louis Lamour was his bible and we all knew the words to Hank Williams “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” but actually cried when Red Solvine was on to tell the “Teddy Bear” tale. This cowboy family went camping more often than rodeos and much of our early years were spent at my grandparent’s homestead in Cranberry Portage surrounded by various aunts, uncles and cousins. We ran wild in a yard filled with odd furnishings; gizmos and the occasional black bear. Our Daddy came from humble beginnings; from simple and kind, genuine people; thankful for what they had and willing to share what they could. Our Dad never lost that humility; always kept that genuine kindness and was most at home in simple settings. Our Dad was a man of few words but usually ones of wisdom or witty enough to cause belly laughter . While our Dad was an exceptional sportsman he most often chose to play with friends for fun rather than win any big tournaments. My dad was a gifted carpenter, plumber or basically fix anything kind of guy; I don’t think he ever realized how talented he was. Dad was an electrician with HBM&S for most of his adult life but was happy to retire and find warmer stomping grounds. I have heard tales about my dad still being the alligator on the beaches of Mexico….Dad charmed all small children and may have had his finest moments absorbed in play; funny how children naturally gravitate to gentle souls. Our Dad dealt with this illness as he did with most things; John Wayne/Gary Cooper style and we gained respect for his stubbornness (Cooper trait?) and for the need to finish business his way. The time we had with my Dad from his diagnosis until his final breathe was unbearably brief..but it was spend with his girls, his grandchildren, his brother and sisters and his best friends in the simple places that he called home when away from home in Mexico; Mo & Georges’ deck, Carly & Scotts new home, Robilynn and Lee’s garage. In these places he said goodbye to the people he loved and the people we would like to thank from the bottom of our hearts. Special thanks to Maureen and George Trochimiuk (Carly & Scott) for always providing a home; to Aunty Lorraine for the daily support calls; to Norwood and Jack for their constant companionship; to Punky, Pixie & Janet for visits, calls and best wishes; to best friends Gerry Charron & Jack (Shelley) Weseen for years of loyalty; special visits from Lyle, Tara, Bailey, Brook, Rickie and Gracie and all the many others who stopped by. Special thanks to Dr. Fahim for listening and the 3rd floor medical staff for all your professionalism, kindness and compassion. Mo & George in Winnipeg and Norwood & Jack in Flin Flon; my dad loved you and we couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you. Our Dad, Bob, did not want any service or formal remembrance but please feel free to be kind to a stranger, smile at a child or salute with a beverage of choice. And of course he would say Thank You Kindly.