Robert Becker Death, Obituary – As we share the sad news of the passing of our close friend Robert G. “Bob” Becker, Jr., we would like to offer our most sincere sympathies to each and every one of you. Bob is survived by his beloved wife, Karen, as well as his two beautiful daughters, Kate and Lauren. He will be sorely missed by everyone. Even though Bob and I have been friends since 1973, I am not as old of a friend of Bob’s as his sister, Timm Becker Brandhorst, whom I believe to be Bob’s longest-standing buddy.
Timm is Bob’s oldest friend. Many people will think of him kindly in the years to come. MEMORIAL SERVICE 4/18/23 At three o’clock in the afternoon, the First Presbyterian Church in Moorestown, New Jersey, was the location of the event. Everyone who knew Bob is invited to attend the reception that will take place immediately following the service, and your presence is strongly encouraged. And with that, I’m going to bring an end to the official announcement……
My mother called out to me and said, “Hey, Tim, take a look at what’s going on outside the window.” I have a feeling that there is a young man around your age who has started helping unload the belongings from the moving truck. You should go say, Hi”. It wasn’t until the week before we entered high school that we actually started hanging out together. On the first day that we met, we instantly decided that it would be beneficial for us to become friends.
When we were entering our first year of high school, our group of friends and I feigned that we did not feel anxious when riding the school bus together. We were overcome with awe as a result of the imposing presence of the senior football players. Bob was the one who introduced me to his sport for the very first time, and ever since that moment, the two of us have been tremendous admirers of the activity. Varsity Bob and the Frosh Connection were inseparable companions for a span of four years throughout that time.
We had wonderful experiences that no one else could have ever dreamed, and we shared those moments with our tight-knit group of friends who made them all the more memorable. If the story of our life were told through a movie script, most people would believe it to be a work of fiction. We traveled to Washington and Lee University together as The Three Amigos: Bob Becker, Clyde Gaylord, and myself. We lived together, played together, told people that we studied together, joined the same fraternity together, and suffered through Hell Week together. During our time in high school, we didn’t have much success on the lacrosse field, but we made the most of our vacations by spending them at the beach.
Throughout the summer, while we were jumping from pool to pool and scaling the tower, we did not lose a single game. In the pouring rain and darkness of the summer, we leaped off the train trestle. Although we were dating each other’s significant others, we never once butted heads. I was in the front seat. We were introduced to Bruce Springsteen at the same time. We went to see Peter Frampton and Yes, and then took turns carrying Mary Jane Milner back home, all the while being unaware that her appendix had ruptured. Bad Company, Tom Petty, The Dead, and the Eagles were the performers at the concert that we attended. Almost immediately, we were confident that it was rock and roll, and that it was not disco at all.
We went to the DMV together and received our driver’s licenses. When we were playing bumper cars, there’s no question that we damaged a few vehicles. We were able to install Jensen Triaxles after figuring out how to do so, and we also connected the 8 track and the 20 watt powerbooster. We found out that Firebirds have a faster top speed than Camaros.
We went skim boarding and threw the frisbee exactly one hundred yards on target. We were able to get served at Ott’s and Kaminsky’s and Joe Pops Shore Bar by using our false ID cards that were made by Andy Cleff. We enjoyed our lives, the lives we led, and the lives we shared with one another. There was never any doubt in either of our minds that we had the other person’s back, no matter what.