1950 - 2024
Family.
Love.
Hard Work.
Optimism.
A husband.
A father.
A grandfather.
A friend.
A leader.
A builder.
A fighter.
Our father taught us that life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass but learning how to work hard in the rain.
What kept him working, what kept him fighting, what kept him up late hours into the night in a rain jacket on the deck of his barge - was a love for his family, his friends and the deep satisfaction his work brought to him.
To his friends we say thank you. You supported him through the good times and the bad.
To anyone that ever worked with him, we thank you. His methods were often unconventional, but to those who believe in the saying, ‘talent hits a target no one else can hit, genius hits a target no one else can see’ - he saw the world in a way that, more often than not, left us in awe of his insight and ingenuity.
To our Mom, know how much Dad loved you. You were the tugboat behind the scenes keeping him moving forward. A friend, a companion and soul mate through life. In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. We are here for you now more than ever. We love you and will always be by your side.
Dad, to the amazing memories and opportunities you afforded us, we say thank you. We love you. We are so fortunate to have had you as our father. We are the accomplished, hard working and devoted men today because of you. We will continue to make you proud, carry on your legacy and hold the love you had for us in our hearts forever.
Our Dad loved a good meal around the table with family and friends. We were fortunate to get to spend so many together. He loved his grandchildren more than anything and looked forward to weekends with them so he could give them the toys he crafted by hand all week.
We ask that in memory of our father, you share a meal with those you hold dear and if you have any stories of your time with him or pictures you would like to share, please send them to stories@tonyrivara.com and we'll add them below.
His three sons,
Anthony, Andrew, George
Anthony and I spent three summers together as kids. One was in cedarhurst; one at grandma Coe’s in Huntington; and one in garden city. In cedarhurst Anthony just received a brand new erector set and while we were playing with it, I got my finger caught in the motor. Uncle Anthony had to come take the motor apart. In Huntington we didn’t do much except to hang out with grandma during the day and uncle George at night. In garden city we mowed some lawns to make money. We were 11 years old. We charged 10 bucks / $5 for each of us. One lady only had a $20 bill so when Anthony tried to give her change she wouldn’t take it because it was all wrinkled and folded. So we went home and got aunt Joan who went and got our money for us. That was our last summer together because the next summer we were 12 so he would go to work with uncle Anthony and I got a job delivering newspapers. May he rest in peace. Love to all Bob Howard