Robert Lester Hronek

Bob was born May 9, 1938, in Pocatello, Idaho to Orlean and Robert Hronek. He was the oldest of 4 — Michael, Pamela, and Matthew. He graduated from Pocatello High School in 1956, then served in the Army after graduating. He was hired by FMC, and worked there as a heavy equipment operator for 42 years. There, he met many wonderful friends, with whom he swapped stories until his final days.

He always loved the outdoors and as a child spent time hunting, fishing, riding around on anything with a motor, and camping. His second home was in Island Park, where he built a cabin that he shared with as many friends and family as he could. He continued to be an outdoorsman and enjoyed traveling with his wife Hazel of 33 years.

He had friends from all aspects of his life — from his horseshoe community at his favorite place, the Mason Jar, to his Boise State tailgating buddies, to neighbors in Island Park, and more. His best friend was his son, Mike, whom he cheered on during Idaho State football games, taught him to hunt and fish, and how to navigate the backwoods on a four-wheeler. He was thoughtful and generous and always made time for the people that he loved.

He leaves behind his son, Michael (married to Elena Tomorowitz), grandchildren, great-grandchildren, his sister Pam and brother Matt, numerous cousins, his wife, Hazel, and many friends. His bright demeanor and off-the-cuff jokes will be greatly missed.

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Psalm 23: 4-6

Even though I walk through the [a]valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Certainly goodness and faithfulness will follow me all the days of my life, And my dwelling will be in the house of the Lord forever.

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Ephesians 4: 31-32

Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. 32 Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.