Services are scheduled for Robert Urquides, 54, on Wednesday, Jan. 9, 2013, at 11 a.m. at Anderson- Bethany Funeral Home. Burial to follow in South Park Cemetery. He passed away at his home on Jan. 5, 2013. Robert was born on May 13, 1958, in Roswell, to Carlos and Frances Urquides.
He is preceded in death by his grandparents, Adam and Sophia Urquides; maternal grandparents, Frank and Martha Alvarado and his late brother Leo, whom he lost on March 18, 2001.
Those left to cherish his memory are his parents at the family home, Carlos and Frances Urquides; sons, Bobby Jo from Fruita, Colo., and Matthew from Cheyenne, Wyo.; their mother Grace Fraley; his sister Susie and her husband Louie Caraveo of Midland; his brothers, Carlos Jr. and wife Siria, Ernie and Gena, Michael and Grace and Fernando, all of Roswell.
Robert attended Roswell schools, and his most memorable memory was going to Berrendo Middle School and being part of the Berrendo Bulldogs team. He had a great season with Coach Frank McKennon and then played for the Goddard Rockets football team.
As time went on he left Roswell and moved to the state of Georgia, where he had his own business called Precision Painting. Robert was a professional painter. He had great qualities in painting of all kinds. He was a terrific artist and created beautiful works of art. He also enjoyed the outdoors, he loved nature and was a great sports enthusiast. He loved the Atlanta Braves and the Falcons.
Robert will be GREATLY missed by all his family and friends.
Please take a moment to share your thoughts and memories with the family in the online register book at andersonbethany.com.
Services are under the direction of Anderson-Bethany Funeral Home and Crematory.
His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone away –
his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets –
this Earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched …
for nothing loved is ever lost—
and he was loved so much.
– Ellen Brenneman