Saturday, March 15, 2025.
Beloved husband of Linda Weigand (nee Finney); loving father of Bob (Lisa) and Ryan Weigand and step-father of Melanie (Matt) Breuer and Terry (Tammy) Anderson; adoring grandfather of Allyson, Abby and Ryland Weigand, Addison (Katie) Watson, Zach, Grace, Max and Luke Anderson; cherished great-grandfather of Axel Watson. Our dearest brother, brother-in-law, uncle, great-uncle, cousin and friend to many.
Memorial visitation at Kutis Affton Chapel 10151 Gravois Rd. 63123 on Friday, April 4 from 8:30 am. until Memorial Service time at 9:30 am. Inurnment at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery. In lieu of flowers contributions to Paralyzed Veterans of America https://secure.pva.org or Dude’s Playground https://dudesplayground.org appreciated.
My heartfelt condolences on your loss. I met Bob through my association with PVA. He was amazing, always ready to help out the Gateway Chapter. He will be sorely missed. He was a good man ready to help out fellow veterans in any manner possible. It is with a humble heart that I say goodbye my friend. Gone but never forgotten.
He will be missed. He blessed so many.
We ate breakfast at Dave’s Diner this morning, telling stories of our experiences with Bob there. We took our winnings from PVA trivia night, a box of 14 cans of spam there, and we were sharing the box, picking our favorite flavors out of the 14. When the waitress walks up and screams across the diner: “Do we cook spam if they bring it in?” The whole place was laughing, and no, we did not have them cook any of it up. Just divided the spoils between us. Missing You Bob!!
Memories of fishing with Bob, at the PVA Bass Tournament on Rend Lake. It was foggy at 5 AM, and Bob was calling for directions to the Tournament… It was on speakerphone, and the Conservation Guy was next to me… The Conservation Guy is asking Bob: “Where are you now?” Bob is screaming that if he knew where he was, he would not be calling to say he was lost! The Guy calmly waited for Bob to calm down, then said to drive slowly, in any direction, and tell us the next sign or street that he saw… It went well from there, We fished all day Saturday, Bob in his plaid shirt and socks… By 2 PM when the horn sounded to stop fishing, Bob was cold and tired of fishing… It took a few days for him to warm up from that one. But he was the life of the fishing party and usually anywhere we went with Bob, we were having fun : – )
My condolences to you all on your loss. I met Bob when he would visit at Dudes Playground and come have lunch at Crazy Train. He always made me laugh and just the sweetest. Thank you for your service Sir. May you rest in peace.
My deepest sympathy. Enjoyed doing things like harmonica with Bob. He loved my pecan pies. I’ll miss sneaking one to him.
R.I.P. Bob ❤️ I will truly miss you.
With heartfelt condolences and deepest sympathy to the Weigands and extended families. I met Bob when I was teaching the spinal cord patients how to play the Harmonica. I was in the Vet Cave at Jefferson Barracks and Bob asked how much it cost and what he needed to do. I told him I was teaching Harmonica and it was free. I gave him a kit of 6 harmonicas and a Book of Lessons and explained how to read and play the “Tabs”. I was talking to the RT
when we heard “On Top Of Ole Smokey” being played on harmonica. It was Bob playing the song! He was one of my best students and with Bob, Marvin, and I, we formed our group which Bob named “The Three Amigos”. We won every year that we competed in the local VA GOT TALENT COMPETITION. We even went as far as placing second in the NATIONAL VETERANS CREATIVE ARTS COMPETITION in 2023. Bob was more than just a friend, He became family. I had brought my Mom out from California to attend Celebration Mid-West, a gathering of churches that my church belonged too. Bob met my mom and she adored Bob. Bob was a big brother to me, always watching out for me. My mom
thought he was a saint. Bob was that type of person. Always checking up on me making sure I was ok. He did that with everyone he met. He was a blessing in my life, an inspiration. He was always helping someone or supporting organizations that helped veterans. He was a good man an inspiration and a fine example to all. I will miss him greatly and pray that God Bless his family. I will not say goodbye but instead, say, I’ll see you when I get to heaven, where good
Marines go to guard the streets. SEMPER FIDELIS