Robert D. Roche

Robert “Bob” Roche, 73, of Haltom City, Texas, passed away peacefully on February 13, 2025, surrounded by loved ones. Born on March 23, 1951, in Detroit, Michigan, Bob lived a life marked by faith, resilience, and service.

Bob was a devoted Christian and a dedicated member of the Broadway Group of Narcotics Anonymous, where he found both redemption and purpose. Through his commitment to the NA fellowship, he became a guiding light to many, offering his wisdom, strength, and unwavering suppose to those on the path to recovery. His life was a testament to second chances, perseverance, and God’s grace.

Bob is survived by his loving family: his brother, William Roche; his son, Michael Roche; his beloved granddaughter, Abbey Roche; and his sister-in-law, Carline Roche. He was a cherished friend, mentor, and confidant to many, always willing to lend a helping hand and share a kind word.

Bob’s journey was one of faith, redemption, and love, and his presence will be deeply missed. Though he is no longer with us in body, his spirit, wisdom, and kindness will live on in the hearts of those he touched.

Rest in Peace, Bob. You have found the good fight, finished the race, and kept the faith.

I’m Still Here

Don’t cry for me, I’m still here,

I’m here in the morning as the dew soaks the ground,

I’m here in the wind as I move the leaves around,

I’m in that quietness as you lay down to rest,

I’m the peace in your mind when the chaos does its best.

I’m the love in your heart when you hold that newborn babe,

I’m the joy in your spirit after that last present the you gave.

I’m the cleansing rain washing away the dusty path,

I’m the quiet from the storm after that crazy aftermath,

I’m your sore feet after a long day’s work,

I’m the kiss from your loved ones and all that is worth.

I’m the heartbeat of the one, that I gave mine to,

I’m the breath of air in the lungs that made someone new.

So when you begin to tear up and your eyes begin to cry,

Stop that right now cause I’m the warmth you find inside,

Don’t cry for me, I’m still here.

-Greg Spitzer 2024