Wednesday, June 11, 2025
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Rob was truly one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. His sense of humor was unmatched—he always had me laughing, no matter the situation. We met around 20 years ago when my neighbor Kris introduced us, since I wasn’t living in Connecticut full-time and didn’t go to school there. From the start, we clicked.
Some of my favorite memories are of us playing paintball in my backyard—or even better, fake paintball in my basement, sliding around on sleeping bags and arguing about who got who first, even though we weren’t actually firing anything. Over the years, we bonded through countless games of paintball, working on cars, going to meets, drifting, and eventually working together at the auto shop. Rob was always there, always solid—a great friend through and through.
Even after I moved back to New Jersey, got married, and had kids, and life started pulling us in different directions, we never really lost touch. We’d still talk on the phone and catch up whenever I was back in Connecticut. I remember hearing his son Carson in the background during those calls—his voice full of love and admiration for his dad. And you could hear that same love in Rob’s voice when he responded. Carson knew that if he asked nicely, Daddy couldn’t say no.
Rob was not only an incredible friend, but an even better father. His kindness, loyalty, and love left a mark on everyone who knew him. He will be deeply missed. I love you, bro. Rest easy. Say hello to Trevor for me
