Robert Ira True, 56, died unexpectedly July 20, 2011 at his home in Thompson Springs, Utah. Robert was born Aug. 4, 1954 in Carlsbad, N.M. to Robert William and Julia Mae (Vaughn) True. He spent his grade school years living in many different states as his father was a miner and followed the work.
Robert and his dad came to Moab in 1969. When it came time to move once again, Robert wanted to finish school in Moab, and so became a part of the Frame family; living in Thompson with Ken and Boyd Frame throughout his high school years.
Robert graduated from Grand County High School in 1973. He spent many years tramp mining around the country, returning to Thompson every few years, and then he would be off again. Space travel and politics were his biggest passions; he always wanted to travel in outer space, and the politicians in Washington will most assuredly notice a dramatic decrease in their email inboxes. He had moved back to Thompson Springs permanently several months ago, and was looking forward to fixing up the house, planting a garden and settling in to a quiet life.
Robert is survived by a sister, Sandi Blackman, and nephew, Kent, of Portland, Ore.; extended family members, Betty “Mom” Myers of Montrose, Colo.; Ken (Cathy) Frame of Evanston, Wyo.; Cheri Jeffries of Coos Bay, Ore.; Mari Frame of Grand Junction; friend, Jewells Olson of Mesa, Ariz., and countless friends around the country. He also leaves behind numerous nieces and nephews to whom he was affectionately known as “Uncle Bobbo.”
He was preceded in death by his parents and brothers Boyd Frame and Joe Jeffries.
Per Robert’s request, cremation has taken place. There will be a celebration of his life at a later date. A very special heartfelt thanks goes out to Cecil and Jay in Thompson Springs.
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.
Bobbo, you were such a success!