Robert J Stockwell

Captain Robert J. “Bob” Stockwell, U.S. Army, March 1, 1944 – October 4, 2026

Robert “Bob” Stockwell, 82, passed away peacefully on October 4, 2026, with his daughter, Kate, by his side. Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, to Marjorie and Joe Stockwell, Bob attended Walnut Hills High School and later earned his degree from the University of Cincinnati. He then embarked on a distinguished period of service in the United States Army, where he served as a Captain stationed in Germany.

In 1970, Bob made his way to Phoenix, Arizona, where he continued his education at the Thunderbird School of Global Management. With a natural curiosity and a spirit of adventure, Bob was thrilled to land a job at Citibank that would take him around the globe. This same spirit led him to wed his former wife Julie Johnson three weeks after meeting her at a wedding. His assignments took them to Liberia, Lebanon, and Venezuela before returning to Arizona to begin the next chapter of his life and start his young family.

Following his banking career, Bob found a new professional passion in commercial real estate, where his knowledge of the market and genuine interest in people served him well as a broker. But beyond his career, Bob’s greatest interests were the people and pursuits that brought him joy.

Bob was an avid sports fan, with a special love for soccer and golf. However, he did not discriminate—Bob could share a statistic, a piece of history, or some memorable detail about just about any sport. Want to know who won the NCAA lacrosse championship two years ago, or who the greatest cricket player of all time was? Bob was your man. Of course, his favorite sporting events were always the ones closest to home. He proudly followed the golf career of his younger brother Jimmy, who was the 1975 Greater Cincinnati Golf Association MET Champion, and later took a run at the PGA tour. Bob was known to pace up and down the sidelines of his daughter’s soccer games in a leprechaun hat, cheering Kate and the Shamrocks on to victory. Later, he equally enjoyed the soccer games of his grandson Conor and the golf matches of his grandson Cameron—though luckily for them, he had lost the hat.

Most mornings began at Hava Java, where Bob was sometimes called “the Mayor,” sharing a good cup of coffee and the company of friends. Bob also enjoyed cooking, reading spy thrillers, following politics, playing golf, and—perhaps most of all—staying curious about the world around him. He had a lively mind, a willingness to learn, and a way of turning even the simplest conversation into something interesting.

One of the greatest joys of Bob’s later years was becoming a grandfather. He adored his grandsons, Conor and Cameron, and was a constant and loving presence in their lives. He drove them to practice, spent countless hours at jump parks, played gin and chess, and embraced the everyday adventures that came with being their grandfather. He showed his love in the most lasting way—not through grand gestures, but by simply being there for the ordinary moments that ultimately became some of the most meaningful.