Robert A. Eramo

March 14, 1955 - September 18, 2020

Shirley: Robert Anthony Eramo, “Bob, Bobby, Bobert, Bramo, Dad, Daddy, Pappa, Rocket,” 65 years young, had a personality bigger than life itself. God recognized that in him and took him for Himself on September 18, 2020. Beloved husband to Susan Therese for 39 years, most devoted dad to Christina Maria-ICU RN, Maria Therese-HR Professional and her husband Derrick, Joseph Francis-US Navy Veteran, Francis John-Business owner, Veronica Mary-HR Professional and her fiance Michael, Benedict Anthony-US Marine Corps Veteran and his significant other Tiffany, Angelo Gabriel-US Marine Corps Veteran, and Vincent Theodore-Student athlete. Adored Pappa to Sophia, Leonardo, Enzo, Nathan, Evelyn and Gabriella. Adopted son of the late Alderico and Pauline Eramo of Worcester, MA, son of his beloved mother and father, Josephine and Peter Arsenault of Leominster, MA. Proudest brother to Debbie, Kathy, Jimmy, David, and Peter Jr. Uncle to many nieces and nephews, grand nieces and grand nephews, friend and mentor to many. Born March 14th, maybe 15th, 1955, in Boston MA, Bob lived in Worcester for most of his life. He loved using a discrepancy on his birth certificate to get an extra cake and birthday dinner every year. White cake, chocolate frosting and homemade gnocchi’s with red sauce, to be exact. A graduate of St. John’s HS in Shrewsbury, a hockey star at Worcester State College-holding Hall of Fame records that have not been broken, and a business man attaining his MBA side by side with his Susan from Assumption College in Worcester. Bob held many jobs, a born salesman, but his most treasured job was that of “Dad”. He married Susan, his “Cook/Cookie,” in 1981 and created an incredible home for the 8 children who would follow. He provided, he nurtured, he taught, he protected, he always came to bat for any one of us. He never missed any game or competition. He was the loudest cheerleader no matter where he sat in the stands. He was a cheerleader on the field, but maintained that title from thousands of miles away. He was the (loud) voice of reason and steadfast rock regardless of whether sons were overseas, daughters lived a country apart, or children remained under the same roof. He loved his mother, and every day wished he had more time with her. He caused shenanigans with his brothers and sisters-to see them all as children would have been amazing. He beamed when he played with or held his grandchildren. He was a man of faith. He commanded a room. He was a comedian, he was dramatic, he was a huge hug, he was passionate, he made friends wherever he went. He twitched when he was mad and laughed when he was happy. He loved coffee with cream only and pasta (homemade) with red sauce. He loved pizza. He made an instagram account solely so he could watch a pizza reviewer. He loved golf, loved hockey, loved watching his boys especially play sports. He was obnoxiously loud in the stands. He loved sitting in matching recliners with his old man dog Brady. He hated the song “Build me up Buttercup,” but had an affinity for Maxi Priest reggae and the voice of Andrea Bocelli. He held high standards, he held doors, he took off his hat, he put a hand on his heart, he taught his kids respect and how to be tough when life throws curveballs. He was devoted to country, but also his community and made a large impact for families and kids that weren’t his own. He was the most interesting man in the world-loved for his ponytail phase, his non-beard face, wore Tommy Bahama shirts and occasionally smoked a cigar. He threatened knuckle sandwiches but never actually gave one and would take a bullet for any of his own if he had to. So “hey, hey, hey” Robert, Bob, Bobby, Bobert, Bramo, Dad, Daddy, Pappa, Rocket--you had a wild side, but you also had an amazing grace. You will leave a void that can never be filled, but they say that grief is the price of love. The love felt for you by those you left here is immeasurable. There is no doubt that your ticket to the moon came with a bottle of Barolo. All the grief is worth the honor of loving and having a life with you. Mr. Eramo's family will receive family and friends at calling hours 4-7 PM Tuesday, September 22, 2020 at the Anderson Funeral Home, 25 Fitchburg Road, (Rte 2A) Ayer. Please visit their website at www.andersonfuneral.com for additional information or to leave an online condolence. Sadly, due to Covid 19 restrictions, Mr. Eramo's Funeral Mass and interment services will be held privately. In lieu of flowers please send donations to: Respect Life Office, Respect Life Office, 49 Elm St., Worcester, MA 01609