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Bob Obradovich

August 17, 1946 - July 30, 2017

Bob was born in Langley, BC to Dave and Katie (Mahovlich). He grew up on a dairy farm on Otter Road in Aldergrove, with his siblings, Joyce, Richard and Dorie. Bob received his Bachelor of Agriculture in 1968 from the University of British Columbia, intending to work in animal husbandry. However, he decided to return to school for teacher training, which started him on a career he truly loved. Bob taught for 48 years in the Abbotsford School District at North Poplar Elementary (1969-1990), Jackson Elementary (1990-2005) and after he retired, as a teacher on call (2005-2017). He is often remembered as the teacher that played football with his students during recess and lunch or as the teacher with the guitar. He loved teaching so much that he never stopped and had intended to return again in September 2017. Bob strongly believed in the importance of family and spent most of his time outside "work" with his family, including his wife and best friend, Lynn, their children, Shannon, Chris (Angelika), Steve and Mark, and his grandson, Nathaniel. He enjoyed planning family vacations and for September had organized a trip to take his grandson to Disneyland for the first time. Bob was very fond of animals, particularly cows and dogs. When his dog Luke died, he started walking dogs for the Abbotsford SPCA and became their Pet Santa from 2009-2016. Bob was a committed Christian, who showed his faith in word and deed. Throughout his life, he volunteered in a number of roles, working with children, youth and adults at church and more recently with Children of Hope and Discipleship International. In lieu of flowers, donations to Children of Hope (http://childrenofhope.info/) or Discipleship International (http://www.discipleshipint.org/) would be appreciated.

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2017-08-16 19:53:02 wrote:

Mr. Obradovich was my teacher in the 70`s at North Poplar Elem. I was fortunate to have him for two years, and by far the memories that I cherish the most were with him. Academics were important to Mr. Obradovich , unfortunately at the time I did not feel the same way , but it was this extra time after school that we connected. We would play floor hockey and he would want to win as bad as us and I think this had an influence on me, even today when I play with my son. I always remembered the time he let us into the school on a weekend to play floor hockey and we swore we would not tell anyone. It is okay now. Once the weather was better we were outside playing football. I can still visualize the bombs/passes he would throw to us after our huddles. I would see Mr. Obradovich once in a while around town but I was always to scared to go to him thinking that he would not remember me, which would be understandable.

2017-08-16 19:53:02 wrote: Mr. Obradovich was my teacher in the 70`s at North Poplar Elem. I was fortunate to have him for two years, and by far the memories that I cherish the most were with him. Academics were important to Mr. Obradovich , unfortunately at the time I did not feel the same way , but it was this extra time after school that we connected. We would play floor hockey and he would want to win as bad as us and I think this had an influence on me, even today when I play with my son. I always remembered the time he let us into the school on a weekend to play floor hockey and we swore we would not tell anyone. It is okay now. Once the weather was better we were outside playing football. I can still visualize the bombs/passes he would throw to us after our huddles. I would see Mr. Obradovich once in a while around town but I was always to scared to go to him thinking that he would not remember me, which would be understandable.

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