Bob Fleming

Obituary of Bob Fleming

'My name is Bob not Robert"

It is with heavy hearts we announce the passing of our loved one Bob on Saturday, October 9, 2021. He passed peacefully, at the age of 72, with his loving wife by his side. He was predeceased by his parents Frederick and Agnes Fleming; brother-in-law Guy Van Goethem.

Left to remember him, his wife of 47 years, Phyllis; best friend and four legged little buddy Sugar; daughter Tracy (Kevin) Sereda; grandchildren Koby (Emily), Carson (Kaneesha), Ayden, Marysa; son Allen (Elaine); grandchildren Tyler, Tianna; step-grandchildren Hannah, Dakota, Ava, William “Bill” who lovingly called him Papa; sister Betty Van Goethem; nieces Rhonda (Don Cathcart) Cuylle, Cathy (James Dally) Van Goethem, Sandy Van Goethem; nephew John Van Goethem; brother Fred (Adeline) Fleming; and their families; special riding friend Carl Serfas.

Dad loved his family and had a passion for riding his motorcycle. Any chance he was able to, he could be found riding and feeling the wind on his face.

Thank you to all the doctors and special nurses of Regina General Hospital Unit 5F.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to a charity of your choice.



The bikers have always been around, and you know they always will.
They share a love for the open road, and to see what's over the next hill.

You'll see them in their leather, their jackets and their chaps.
Weathered boots and riding gloves, their colours on their backs.

They mount their iron horses, and let their engines roar,
then one by one, in single file, down the road they soar.

Out on the open highway, the Roadmaster takes the lead,
they have no destination, to ride is all they need.

If freedom has a feeling, this is what it will be,
your brothers all around you, as far as the eye can see.

The bikers know what freedom is, they've discovered it long ago.
If you've never been a biker, then this freedom you'll never know.

The life of a biker is no different than your own,
they have jobs, cares, and families, bills to pay and homes.

Next time you see a biker, why don't you look again,
look past what's on the outside, and see what lies within.

They really are just people too, they have so much to give,
just ask them and they'll tell you they Live to Ride and Ride to Live.

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