In Memory

Bob Foskett

 

Denny Howard was kind enough to contribute this recollection of Bob Foskett. "Sadly, Bob Foskett passed away on July I, 2012 from leukemia. Bob had a wonderful life. In our last conversation, he said 'It's been a good run.' He married the love of his life, Cheryle Lundell, whom he met his senior year at the University of Oregon. While Bob would often laughingly state that in marrying Cheryle, he'd 'won the lottery' --he truly believed it. They raised two great kids, Chris, a software architect, and Janelle, a national magazine editor. Moraga was their primary home for over 30 years, with brief stints in Portland, Oregon and three amazing years 'on the beach' at Monterey. Bob's successful career as a medical sales executive, allowed him to retire early. 'Best decision I ever made,' he said. For much of the past 12 years, Bob and Cheryle were able to travel, enjoy their grandkids and serve their community through their involvement in Meals on Wheels and the Food Bank.

"Yes, there is a Piedmont Sports Hall of Fame! And, Bob --initially unaware of its existence --was inducted into the PHF in 2004. Bob was a naturally gifted athlete. Always self-effacing about his abilities, Bob had an amazing career at the University of Oregon. While never lifting a weight in his life, 'I'm allergic to barbells,' he said, and often competing in the shot put as the smallest competitor, Bob threw the shot nearly 61 feet. His senior year at the University of Oregon, he qualified as a finalist at the NCAA Championships, with the fifth longest throw of the competition, won by 1968 Olympic Gold Medalist, Randy Matson. He was also a 2-year letterman on the Oregon football team, starting his senior season as a defensive end. True to form, Bob never talked about his athletic accomplishments. The biggest take away from his involvement were his life­long friendships with his teammates. Bob made friends easily. He possessed an extraordinary wit. He was the funniest person I've ever known. Most of his humor was directed at his own foibles. His stories of his psychological counseling sessions in the ninth grade with 'Brother Brislawn' (He did a perfect' impersonation of Mr. Brislawn) were legendary to his friends. Regardless of whether what Bob said was actually funny, once he started laughing it was impossible not to join him. Bob Foskett was truly one of a kind. To those of us who knew him well, the world just isn't the same place without him in it." We will all miss him.







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