In loving memory of
Robert Buzzell

• December 09, 1934
• -
• November 12, 2017

Some daughters might say that "my dad gave me the world" but in my case, with my dad Buzz, it was quite literal. My earliest memories are not of homelife but instead of travel. In the late 50's after a couple of semesters at Boston college under the GI Bill, my dad was searching for more. He answered an ad for an Airline school hiring for the fledgling airline industry and he was in. With Northeast airlines first in Hyannis, cape cod, Washington DC then Boston, my father was witness to a series of "Forrest Gump" like moments being in the same place and time as senator John F. Kennedy. JFK was a voracious speed reader and suffered from chronic back pain. While working, my dad would observe JFK always standing flat against the wall reading newspapers while waiting for flights. Jackie Kennedy would be late for her short flight from Hyannis port to Boston and they would have to hold the plane waiting for her to arrive. My backyard/playground was an airport, as from an early age we were constantly on the go. Airline employees and their families garnered first class seats complete with faux fur blankets, cocktails and beautifully crafted meals. Occasionally, my parents would hope a random flight just to have dinner returning late the same evening. As a teenager in CT. I never worked during the summer as we were off to some exotic locale. When I graduated from college, my dad surprised me with a nine country, fourteen day bus tour through Europe. Recently, my husband Andy and me coaxed my parents into joining us for a trip to New Orleans (not a hard sell, as it was my dad's favorite city) Visualizing Bourbon Street through my father's stories of the "Big Easy" times gone by was like being transported back to when the sounds of jazz drifted out on to the streets from all venues not just a couple of places like now. So now I spend every year planning and saving just for elaborate summer vacations. When I returned home each time, I would show my dad all my travel photos and compare notes as invariably he was already there but in a different decade. In our own unique shared language of travel, it felt like he was there with me the whole time. My dad gave me the world..........

Judy, we know how much you miss him, he was a wonderful person and still remains, Kell's "Papa". We love you and hope you find some comfort in all the love surrounding you and the timeless memories you shared. So sorry for your loss,All our Love,
Sherrie, Kelly & Greg.