Bobby G. Raikes

Bobby G. Raikes, 77, Martinsville, died April 12, 2013, in St. Francis Hospital, Indianapolis. Mr. Raikes was a born June 19, 1935, in Morgan County, to the late Charles and Geneva (Hillman) Raikes.

He graduated from Monrovia High School in 1953. Mr. Raikes was a cross country truck driver for many years. He was a member of the Paragon Conservation Club, was a Waverly Volunteer Firefighter, and enjoyed fishing. In addition, Mr. Raikes raced stock cars at Kitley. He also enjoyed caring for his dogs, Lillie and Billie. He will be missed by a loving family and many friends.

He was preceded in death by one grandson, Eric W. Raikes.

Survivors include his wife, Nita (Atwell) Raikes, to whom he was united in marriage August 14, 1953; children, Robert D. “Punk” Raikes (Kathy) of Martinsville, Lianne Watkins of Martinsville, Sandy Jo Reisner of Mooresville, and Jerri Raikes of Mooresville; sister, Rosenell of Danville; 14 grandchildren; 23 great grandchildren; a host of loving brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, who were Bobby's best friends.

The funeral service will begin at 8 p.m., Tuesday, April 16, 2013, in the Carlisle – Branson Funeral Service & Crematory, Mooresville. Friends may call from 5 p.m. until service time. Cremation will follow the service at the Morgan County Crematory, Mooresville. Memorial contributions may be made to the donor’s favorite charity. Visit www.carlislebranson.com to share a favorite memory or to sign the online guest registry.

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  1. Lianne and Bob, Chris and I are so sorry for your loss. May God wrap his arms around your family in this difficult time.

  2. Grandpa we love you so much and you will be missed so so so much!!! Love Kathy, Les, Chelsea, Jake and Austin

  3. Kathy – So sorry about your grandpa. Grandparents are amazing! I’m sure you will miss him a bunch. I know what my grandma’s passing meant to me. The good news is that there is no more physical pain and you have a full-time angel with you always. Denise Emerson


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