1950 ~ 2025
Robert Alan Holmes, husband, father, grandfather, and brother, passed away peacefully surrounded by his family in Salt Lake City, just days before his 75th birthday.
Born June 25, 1950, in Peoria, Illinois, to Shirley Jean (McGrane) Holmes and Donald Clifford Holmes, Robert’s early life took him from the heart of the Midwest to post-World War II Germany before he grew up in Arlington, Virginia. It was in Arlington that Robert developed lifelong interests, wrestling in high school and laying the foundation for his curiosity and love of learning.
A National Merit Scholar, Robert’s academic pursuits led him to the University of Pennsylvania where he graduated with a degree in French Literature. He later attended Princeton University. Inspired by his studies and a passion for French culture, he traveled extensively throughout France as a newlywed, an experience that deeply shaped his outlook on the world.
On June 3, 1972, Robert married Katherine (Miley) Holmes, in Arlington, Virginia. The two embarked on many adventures together, eventually moving to California for many years where they raised three children before spending a decade living in France. They had recently returned to the United States to be closer to family.
Robert was more than an academic and a traveler; he was a major supporter of the Jack London Youth Soccer League, a lover of music and a lifelong learner.
He is survived by his wife, Kay; his children, Marly, Scott, and Brian; his adored grandchildren, Kendall, Dylan, Aidan, and Evelyn; and his sisters, Janice, Marilyn, and Suzanne.
He will be profoundly missed by his family, friends, and all who were fortunate to know him.
A small private remembrance will be held over Labor Day weekend. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation in his honor to the University of Pennsylvania wrestling program, or to support the referee programs in either AYSO Region 23 or Utah's Impact United.
Adieu cher ami américain
Farewell dear Robert
I remember Robert pedaling through the streets of Paris, a city he loved deeply. His bicycle was more than just transportation—it was his way of absorbing the city's architecture, its culture, and the ever-present vibrancy that seemed to match the spark in his eyes. We’d often meet at a small café near the Avenue de Saxe market, where he'd launch into spirited conversations, moving effortlessly from global politics to jazz without missing a beat.
Robert’s intellect was undeniable—sharp, relentless, and often unapologetically bold. His views could stir a room, not because they were always agreeable, but because he expressed them with such clarity and passion that even those who disagreed couldn’t help but respect him. Those debates, lively and thought-provoking, are etched in my memory. He didn’t just talk—he challenged, illuminated, and made you think. In a world of noise, Robert was a voice that resonated.
Mary-Jo Reef
My deepest condolences. Bob was a truly learned man, and I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with him. I am on record that he was the smartest guy I knew in college.