Life Story for
Robert "Bob" Stewart
Robert McAuley Stewart
January 5, 1933 - February 26, 2018
Devoted husband and dad. Wife Carol; sons Allen, Greg and Mark.
This summer he would have celebrated 60 years of marriage. In retirement he was a craftsman creating jewelry for a successful business through the craft-show trade where he attended several shows in the Denver area each year. Bob also had a love for the fine arts; he was an artist, an author of both theological commentary and fiction suspense and an accomplished piano player. His paintings were also popular at craft shows and were hung on the walls in his son’s homes.
Bob had a deep interest in understanding scriptural and doctrinal content in the Bible. He spent many years studying the Greek references of the Apostle Paul and the context of the Grace message. In those earlier years, he received a PhD in Theology and taught classes on the subject.
As a younger man, he played collegiate tennis, was a scuba diver and a firearm marksman. That’s also when he began pursuing his love of performing magic. While growing up in southern California, he jumped at the opportunity to gain experience in the craft by staying close to the Hollywood scene enhancing his abilities as a magician. His love for doing shows never really went away, and though he long retired from the bigger productions, he enjoyed being in front of audiences right up to the end of his life.
Bob was honorably discharged from the United States Air Force in 1955 after serving during the Korean War as an air traffic controller. During his service he volunteered for duty to fly covert support missions supplying allied forces trapped in Vietnam. After returning to the States, he was stationed at Edwards Air Force Base as ATC supporting the test pilot program, and had the opportunity to fly with test pilot Chuck Yeager.
Far too often, miles keep families from maintaining close ties; which then become regular phone calls on Sunday evenings. Maybe it’s inconvenient or we get busy. Maybe we’ve got nothing to say. Eventually, we may under-appreciate someone and that’s the truly unfortunate, regrettable part; when a person is not fully appreciated until they’re gone. This was not the case here. He will be missed.