Robert Lynn Edwards
October 22, 1948 - July 20, 2022
Robert Lynn Edwards passed away from advanced Parkinson’s disease at the age of 73. He died in the early morning hours of July 20, 2022 with his wife, Susan, at his side. Bob was often a man of few words. Since he wrote obituaries for the Tribune at one time, he was asked if he would write his own. To which he replied, “Born, died, everything else in between life and death was fun.”
Bob was born in Salt Lake City on a snowy October 22, 1948 to June and Cliff Edwards. His childhood was typical of the day – playing baseball or just being outside with friends in Rose Park. His intelligence, charm, wit and athletic prowess helped him become the West High Sophomore Class President and quarterback of the football team. The 0-8 season helped him “build character”. He graduated a Sterling Scholar and attended the University of Utah for two years before leaving in 1968 to enlist in the Marine Corps during the Vietnam war. He would later go back to the U for degrees in finance and mass communication.
In addition to his usual work in the Marines, he was a journalist writing interesting articles at both Camp Pendleton and Kaneohe Hawaii until his discharge in 1970.
His next years were spent with friends, making investments and playing poker. He toured around the country in the Blue Goose, a 1954 Sunbeam bread truck that had been converted into a camper by a friend and his father. Hunting soon turned to photography as Bob decided he no longer wanted to kill. He spent winters in southern California being his “own man” and a confirmed bachelor. Until one fine day when he met Susan.
Besides sharing a middle name (Lynn), Bob and Susan’s shared love of nature created an instant bond. Their ongoing relationship was solidified after a two week camping trip ending at Phantom Ranch in the Grand Canyon. After that trip in 1982 they moved in together. They were married during the autumnal equinox under a mango tree at the Maui Heavenly Hana Inn in 1985 by a local Hawaiian LDS couple, the only witnesses.
Bob was a voracious reader of history and nonfiction. His daily reading of the Wall Street Journal was an immense help to his becoming a successful investor. However his true passion lay with woodworking and nature. He loved biking and hiking with Susan and good friends, identifying rocks, flowers and birds along the way. He was always looking for new ways to repurpose things and to help make life easier for those he loved. When asked at parties what he did for a living, rather than say he was an investor, he answered that he was a cabinet maker. The subsequent attempt to hire him to make cabinets put a swift end to that. Though he had a “tough guy” reputation, his heart was very sensitive and his attachments deep. For many years he had “2nd Tuesday” lunches at Tony Caputo’s with men he had grown up with. This was considered sacred time.
He worked hard to be a father to Susan’s only child, Carolyn. He was so proud when she, too, became a Sterling Scholar and studied abroad in Sweden. She married a Swede and their children gave Bob a new role and purpose as “Morfar”, Swedish for mother's father (grandpa). He looked forward to and cherished all the time he spent with his grandchildren.
Bob was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 2008, but in retrospect, showed signs of it years earlier. His gradual inability to hike and walk in nature or even in the neighborhood with his friends and family was devastating to all. He never stopped trying and even when his mind was severely altered from disease progression, he worked very hard to maintain a routine of daily living, which became both increasingly difficult and heartbreaking.
Bob is preceded in death by his mother June Edwards, father Cliff Edwards, brothers Randy and Dick Edwards. He is survived by his wife, Susan Edwards, sister Karen Kelly (Richard/“Dick”), brother Jerry Edwards (Joyce), stepdaughter Carolyn Manis Sorensen (Tobias) and grandchildren Gabe and Linnea Sorensen.
In Loving Memory
He was a good friend and a fun kid!!! He will be missed ! R I P Bobbie !!
TOM GREEN
Salt Lake City, UT
Bob Bob was one of those renaissance men that had many interests but few words. He was a friend and scholar from our grade school days on. He will be missed. Rest in peace and walk, hike and live free.
Vandra L Huber
Woodinville, WA
He was a brillant man. He was always so nice to people. He will be missed
dana ishihara
sandy, ut
Loved Bob. He was one of brother Darrell's (Pink) best friends and spent a lot of time philosophizing down stairs in our joint bedroom. I was an occasional member to the Tuesday group and always enjoyed our time together. You will be missed. Kent
Kent Young
Gilbert, AZ
Bob was a true leader and he showed in everything he did. While I did not like to build my chariture by going 0-8 that year, I gained a great appreciation for winning. I truly enjoyed the Tuesday Lunches I was able to attend with Bob, Tom, Alan and Craig, Bob made you always feel welcome and engaged. Whe have lost a great friend and Team Mate. ONCE A PANTHER, ALWAYS A PANTHER. RIP Bob and may the sun always smile on you.
Milton R. Burbidge
Salt Lake City, UT
Bob: You are one of the best and unique (in a good way) people I have known. Bright, engaging and enjoyed a good laugh. Nothing better than that combination. Going to miss you man. All the best to Susan and family. Take care. Brad
Brad Hardy
Salt Lake City, UT
Dear Susan, We share your sorrow at Bob’s passing. The “self written” part of his obituary captures a sliver of his sharp wit. On Canyon Road, Bob was a frequent walker. While not comparable to your loss, we miss his safari hat presence, emblematic of the complex and charming man he was. Sincerely, Nancy Becker
Nancy Becker
Salt Lake City, Ut
Such a fabulous musical and pictorial tribute to Bobby. Cherish your memories they are forever. June was so proud of Bobby. We have many Juneisms to keep her memory alive. We put out the "Becker can" every week for yard waste pickup. June often spoke of Bobby as she had her daily phone visit with Karla Hogan, my mother, in her later years. Her spunk and wit kept her with us just shy of 100 years. Bobby's obituary gives us a good hint of his wit and where he got it. Bobby was 10 years above my class as we grew up in Rose Park, therefore, he went off to see the world when I was still in grade school. Thank you Bobby for your service to our country. We love your family and send our condolences during this difficult time. God bless and take care.
Colette Hogan
Salt Lake City, UT