Known as Stan, Robbo, Stan Robbo, my Dad. Salt of the earth kind of man who would do anything to help. Loving Son, Brother, Husband, Dad, Gramps, Uncle, friend and neighbour. Loved by all who knew him. Always friendly, with a kind word, positive and fun. A mad Evertonian who was blue to the core. My Dad was a respected member of the Community who enjoyed his cigars, the odd pint, and chewing chewies. He was a devoted husband, who adored my Mum. They were married over 50 years having been teenage sweethearts. He was the best Dad, he made growing up so much fun, he took us everywhere, the park, playing footie, going on bike rides. We were all showered with his love, time and affection. He was physically strong as an Ox and would take turns to carry us all on his shoulders as kids and he made us all feel safe. He taught us the importance of being kind and helping others. We all miss him so much and I see this as a fitting tribute to my Dad who would want to help others in his memory.