Coffee drinker. Delivery Driver. Station wagon lover. Social Butterfly. 

Although he has been gone since 2004, not a day goes by that Bob/Bobby/or Poppa isn't thought about. With a relationship with every "under taker" in town, Bob Johnson was the familiar face doing most of the deliveries for years. He helped start and build Johnson Florist and was the one who could fix any situation that arose. He was an expert in cutting styrofoam or basically anything tedious, making grits on cold afternoons, wiring roses, and finding that one home that was impossible to find on a delivery run prior to GPS.

He was the salt of the earth and the light of our family. We miss the clicking of his shoes, the wave in his hair, his short sleeve button up shirts, the reflection of his giant Christmas tree in his oversized 70's glasses, his white legs, and most importantly his smile and kindness. Although "the face " of our business is gone, we know if he were here he would be right in the middle of every event doing a little fussing along the way!