I had written this out and started a thread before I noticed Gene had already started a thread. I'll cut and paste this here to consolidate:
Bob passed away on March 4. He had been battling health issues for a while now, and in December his problems were compounded when he suffered a mini-stroke. I briefly visited him about a month ago. He was impeccably dressed, sitting in a lounge chair, and still charming and in excellent spirits, yet it was readily apparent that the stroke had taken his toll. By the end of our brief conversation even simple communication had become a struggle for him, and this obviously frustrated and disappointed him. Remember, this was Bob Huntley, one of the most eloquent and erudite men any of us will ever know, and a man with extremely high standards. He was enough himself to realize that he was slipping away, and that there was nothing he could do to get back on track. At one point Leslie left the room, and he said, "Moriarty, I am already dead." It was all I could do to keep my chin up, and all I can do to keep my chin up still now.
Since then, his struggles apparently worsened until he was hardly himself, so it was a relief when he passed away peacefully in his sleep on March 4. I believe he was 87 years old. Anyone would be lucky to live half the life he lived.
As many of you know, Bob was a wonderful man. Charm, benevolence, and magnanimity perfectly balanced with subtle yet biting wit. His generosity toward so many of us is the stuff of legend, but I will mostly miss his kindness, humor, and friendship. My heart goes out to his wonderful wife Leslie and to all his family. I thank her for her kindness and friendship, and for sharing Bob with all of us.
Next time you take your hat off when entering a clubhouse, please think of Bob.
If anyone else has anything they'd like to express or a story they might like to share, please to do so here. I'll try to make sure his family sees this. They might like to know how much we appreciated and adored Bob.