HALL, Robert Mar 5, 1952 – Jan 30, 2021

Bob Hall, age 68, died as he lived: stubborn, ornery, hangry and with a heart full of love and honor.
He made his own rules, fought authority and paved a way for his spirit to touch us all. He said his only regret in life was not writing a book, but, “then again, probably only half a dozen of us would have read it,” he said.
So, as a tribute to him, we selfishly publish what we would imagine Dad would want you to know about how he lived and loved. (Hopefully, at least seven people read it.)
It all started on March 5, 1952, in the big metropolis of Kokomo, Indiana. Bob was the first born to Walter J. and Betty Joan Hall (Morris). The family would be blessed again six years later by his baby sister, Kimberly Jo (Steve Earles), whom he would lovingly tease and adore for the rest of his life.
While riding his bike in the summer of ’65, Bob met his future wife and the mother of his children, Candy. Like any boy in love, he wooed her with a rock to the head and a smile that melted her heart. As he grew up, so did his aim, and in August of 1973, he threw a shiny stone on Candy’s finger, finding his life’s calling as a husband and, soon thereafter, a father to their two children, Adam and Ellie.
He graduated as a Phi Delta Theta from Purdue University in 1974 with a degree in English literature but swears the only job it ever really helped him get was the unpaid position of family editor for everybody’s school papers, resignation emails and resumes. He considered himself a peddler by trade and excelled in the sales incentive business for the bulk of his career. He was always reinventing himself, though, and neither his work nor his history defined him. It was the happiness that life brought and its next adventure that propelled his motivation.
Bob and Candy escaped the confines of a small town and its slower pace to relocate to West Palm Beach, Florida, in 1989. Rearing two children through unimaginable hardships while taking their accomplishments and tragedies in stride, he deftly handled fatherhood as only someone with the spirit to love unconditionally and with such grace possibly can.
Deciding not to return from a weekend vacation, Bob and Candy made Key West their new homestead in 1993 while finding like-minded people who looked at your soul before your soles. Encouraged by the spirits of the town to live and let live, he exemplified the advice he was willing to give.
Upon realizing the corporate world no longer held his appeal, Bob sought to support his family on his own – a sort of jack of all trades, master of many. He fearlessly tackled technology at 50 years old and learned to write computer code. He started a drug testing firm to help businesses weed out those battling their demons and became a partner in a construction company to help people turn houses into homes.
He despised yuppies, sushi, any vegetable that wasn’t a green bean, loud-mouthed know-it-alls and women who wore pig-heeled shoes. But Bob had many loves, too.
He loved no one more than his wife, Candy. And, of course, their true love story would not be complete without the letter he left for her in his desk drawer telling her so.
He dearly loved his sister, children and granddaughter, all of whom he was fiercely proud. Quite opinionated and somewhat impatient, Bob handed these qualities down to his daughter, Elizabeth Maxwell, of West Palm Beach, Florida, a sharp-tongued yet spirit-filled character in her own right.
His determination and cantankerous sense of stubbornness shall live on as perseverance and steadfastness with his son, Adam Hall (Jennifer Rogers), of Indianapolis, Indiana, while his roots and heart of pure gold will forever remain in a complete sense of awe in his sister, Kimberly (Steve Earles), of Franklin, Indiana.
But his vitality for life and never-ending search for the light in it he passes on to his granddaughter, Kaitlin Maxwell, of Portland, Oregon. To his step-grandson, Chance Rockett, he exchanges a secret fraternity handshake in the name of camaraderie, and he reminds us all that people don’t have to be related by blood to be family.
He was a selfless man whose passing has left a void only he can fill. His ability to love, sacrifice, provide, support and forgive will forever be lessons to all he knew.
A private memorial service for Robert Kent Hall was held at The Hemingway House in Key West last weekend. A service to lay him to rest will be planned for the fall in Kokomo, Indiana. Details will be published at a later date.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to your favorite dive bar, where Bob would tell you to have a drink, tell a joke and let your spirit roam free.

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