Stimac, Robert M.  Today we celebrate an imperfect life that was lived in a perfect way. Robert Martin Stimac 'Bobby' was born on January 3, 1928 and went to heaven on May 14, 2015. We know it was his destiny, not only because of his great big heart and good deeds, but also because he asked us "who was going to drive him there?" Our answer was Jesus.  He was the son of Croatian immigrant parents, John F. Stimac and Mary Porcnic. He was the youngest of 14 children and the last living member, of the larger than life, Stimac Brothers, seven physically impressive boys that hauled scrap metal and prowled the south side of Milwaukee since the 1930's.  Bob's story cannot be told without mentioning that his mother,Mary, died before he was two and that before his birth, she was visited by the Virgin Mary who showed to her visions that she would never see, those of her dark curly haired boy growing up. This was just the first sign that he was blessed.  He was raised by his widowed father, his brothers and sisters, and many relatives here and in Minnesota. He was fond of telling us he was in the third grade three times, he attended Bay View high school, and latter Spencerian Business College.  Bob's first love was playing the drums. He played professionally since he was 14, the Army offered him an appointment to West Point for his drumming ability. His last "gig" was the past summer at 86, for his granddaughter's college graduation. His second love became his wife, Davenie Wildes. They always were a glamour couple who looked like they belonged on the pages of a magazine. Together they had three children, Mark (Christina) Stimac, Mary (Tom Gonyo) Kroeninger and Dawn (Tom) Engler followed by 11 grandchildren; Matthew, John Robert, Adam, John, Marcus, David, Krista, Michael, Jake, Madalyn, and Kalli.  Bob's business life took many twists and turns with the common denominator being that he was an independent business man and one of the best door to door salesman to ever wear out shoe leather.  A brief list of the many products he sold: businesses, nursery stock (plants), dishes, pots/pans, hair pieces (yes, really), vitamins, insurance, brushes, Paymaster check protection machines, aluminum siding, home improvements, and God knows what else. He was the best because he was able to relate to every man and women from all walks of life whom invited him into their homes.  During Bob's amazing life he survived a world war, an aortic aneurysm, bile duct cancer with a whipple procedure, pancreatic cancer, and the Obama administration before God finally called him home.  Robert, Midge, Bobby, Bob, Super Uncle Bob, Bumpa, Dad, or whatever you wanted to call him, he was a man that once you met him you never forgot him.  His timing and ability to turn a phrase into a lasting memory was uncanny.   At Hospice an elderly nurse came into his room meeting him for the first time and said "What can I do for you Bob", his gentle smile flashed, his eyes twinkled and when he replied "you can start by taking your clothes off" it got him a big hug. She said never in all her years had she heard that one before.  That was Bob? always being in the moment with whomever he was speaking to, saying the right thing at the right time, and bringing joy to those whom he was with. For that and so much more, we love you Bob, thank you for enriching our world.  Celebration of Bob's life at Klemmer's Banquet Center, 10401 W. Oklahoma, Sunday, May 17, at 3 P.M.  Inurnment at Wisconsin Memorial Park.  Memorials may be directed to Zilber Family Hospice.