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Robert Stanton Kittell

In Loving Memory

Robert Stanton “Bob” Kittell

Date of BirthJuly 30, 1943
Passed Away OnNovember 26, 2008
At Age65 years
Resident ofLumberton, TX
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Robert “Bob” Kittell, 65, of Lumberton died Wednesday, November 26, 2008 at Christus Hospital St. Elizabeth in Beaumont.

Robert was born in Beaumont and had lived in the Lumberton area for the past six years. He was a retired Major in the United States Air Force and a member of Infant Jesus Catholic Church in Lumberton. He was also an active member of Acts Retreats and Knights of Columbus, where he was a Fourth Degree Knight.

He is survived by his wife, Becky Kittell of Lumberton; daughters, Kristine Costello and husband Sonny of Austin, Debra Blue and husband Arlo of Austin, Kimberly Chesson of Silsbee Oaks, Karen Creighton and husband Scott of Monroe, Georgia, and Kitsy Gaspard and husband Brent of Lumberton; son Kenneth Wilson of Lumberton; brother, Wylie Kittell and wife Becky of Vidor; nine grandchildren; and a niece and nephew.

Robert is preceded in death by his father and mother, Robert D. and Wylie Elizabeth Kittell and a sister, Karen Sue Kittell.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated at 10:00 A.M. Tuesday, December 2, 2008 at Infant Jesus Catholic Church in Lumberton with burial at 2:15 PM at Houston National Park in Houston under the direction of Broussard’s, 490 Cemetery Road, Silsbee. A Christian Vigil will be Monday, December 1, 2008 at 6:00 P.M. followed by a gathering of family and friends until 8:00 P.M. at the mortuary.

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Services

Visitation

Christian Vigil

Broussard’s Mortuary

490 Cemetery Road

Silsbee, TX 77656

December 1, 2008

6:00 PM - 7:00 PM

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Visitation

Gathering of Family and Friends

Broussard’s Mortuary

490 Cemetery Road

Silsbee, TX 77656

December 1, 2008

6:00 P.M. until 8:00 P.M.

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Funeral Service

Mass of Christian Burial

Infant Jesus Catholic Church

243 South L H S Drive

Lumberton, TX 77657

December 2, 2008

10:00 AM

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Interment

Houston National Cemetery

10410 Veterans Memorial Dr.

Houston, TX 77038

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Condolences (25)

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Debra Blue Austin, TX December 3, 2008
I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike in Clovis N.M., it was not one of our stellar moments- me in tears with bloody knees and him telling me to stop being a baby, but he got me going and on my way to more freedom to explore my surroundings and play with my friends. You may not remember, but most kids go much farther from home on a bike than they did on their own two feet. He took me swimming a lot when we lived on Rockcrest Drive in Austin. We caught my first and only fish together at a 'Dad and Me' Girl Scout event. He even consoled me when I ended up in tears when the darn thing died before we could throw it back in. Around the same timeframe, I woke up one Christmas night and heard something in our front room. It was dark and I saw a large, round man by our Christmas tree. I assumed it was Santa and thought I would get in trouble when he found out I saw him, so I ran back to my bed and told my parents all about it in the morning. At an Outdoor Education camp out we went on, to McKinney Falls, he yanked me back when I was dreamily walking along and cut the head off a water moccasin with his shovel. I probably would have stepped on the snake. At that moment, he was a hero to me. It did not dawn on me until later, that his military training allowed him to make that snap decision and take action.

My parents were very active with me as a kid. Since we moved around so much, we were able to experience a lot of things. He took us cross country skiing at Sandia Peak in Albuquerque. When we went to the Hot Air Balloon Festival, I even got to ride in one. He and my mother took me to see the giant Sequoia's and we rented 4 wheelers and played in the sand dunes. I remember my dad always having a camera with him, so I have pictures from a lot of these events. I do not look at the photos very often, but when I do, the memories of the happy moments come flooding back in.

In California, right before one of my birthdays, we went to an air show. I loved jets- the sounds, the smell, all of it. There was a crash. I will never forget it and have not been to an air show since:

1988, April 24- Marine Corps Colonel Jerry Cadick, then commanding officer of MAG-11, was performing stunts at the MCAS El Toro Air Show before a crowd of 300,000 when he crashed his F/A-18 Hornet at the bottom of a loop that was too close to the ground. The aircraft was in a nose-high attitude, but still carrying too much energy toward the ground when it impacted at more than 300 mph (480 km/h). Col. Cadick was subjected to extremely high G forces that resulted in his face making contact with the control stick and sustaining serious injury. He broke his arm, elbow and ribs, exploded a vertebra and collapsed a lung. Col. Cadick survived and retired from the Marine Corps. The F/A-18 remained largely intact but was beyond repair.

It made me so sad that a pilot would get hurt so bad, just to put on a show. I still got a T-shirt that day that said "Jet Noise- the sound of freedom" and got a lesson on what a sonic boom was. I was fascinated.

I took drivers education class in California, but he taught me how to drive a stick shift in Lumberton. It was nice and flat, so it went really well. He was there when I graduated high school and gave me away at my wedding, even though he was going through a rough time and did not really want to be there. He still went, and he did it for me.

I wanted to bury my father with dignity. To me, he was a military man first and a father second.

My sister and I were born while my father was in active service. We moved around a lot and learned to never get too attached to people, because you never knew if your dad or your friends dad would get stationed somewhere else soon. You had to be somewhat independent at a young age. That was just our reality. We knew how proud he was of his service and I was proud of him for it.
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Courtney Costello Austin, TX December 2, 2008
Dear Grandpa,
I just wanted to let you know how much I love you, and that for the 11 years I knew you was great, awesome, fantastic, wonderful, and the best years of my life and the greatest years of my life. I really miss you, but I really appreciate you because you were my only grandfather. My favorite time with you was when we went on the Ferris Wheel together, you will always be in my memories. I will never, ever forget you. One more thing, I love you. Please never, ever forget me or Autumn she really loves you too!!
---Love your youngest granddaughter Courtney Costello

p.s.-- R.I.P, I will always love you and never forget you bye,bye grandpa
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Kris Costello Austin, TX December 2, 2008
Dad-
I just wanted to let you know how much I love you. As much as I hated always moving as a child, I have come to appreciate all our moves and travels. I have so many wonderful memories of the places we have lived. My favorite place we lived was England, where we got to go on Queen Elizabeth's private airplane, ride the Hovercraft from England to France, getting to pick out our sheep skin rugs when we were in Scotland. We also got to do some exciting things when I was really little and lived in Germany, like meeting our German cousins (which I promise to keep in touch with for our whole family) and going to the salt mines. I think one of my favorite things that you and I did together was going to all the air shows we would go to. Thanks for all the memories and all the great places we got to go. --Love, Your oldest daughter, Krissie