You would be hard pressed to find a man like Robert Hill. He would literally give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. I have seen him help so many people. He was one of the best men that I have ever known. Most of my best memories growing up was at their house. I loved being there. We all did. I know that my sisters and cousins would stay for days with them. The semi trailer that was loaded with wheat, backed up to stacked hay bales in the barn. You don’t know fun until you have jumped from hay bales stacked several bales higher than the trailer full of wheat. Riding the 4-wheeler all over the property. Going out to feed the stocked catfish ponds knowing we were going to have the best fish fry that year. So many great memories, so much love and care given. Robert will be dearly missed by everyone that knew him and loved him.