With hearts full of gratitude and sorrow, we announce the passing of our beloved family patriarch, Robert Cyrus Porter, who passed on May 18, 2026, at the age of 88. A man of extraordinary tenacity, loyalty, and quick wit. He was a force to be reckoned with until the very end.

From humble beginnings, Bob entered the world on February 11, 1938, in Hudson, Colorado. Son to Gerold Eugene Porter and Clorien Lucy Karch. Bob built a life defined by resilience, independence, and deep-rooted determination. As a young man, around age 14, he found himself in need of a place to stay and a way to make money. He stumbled upon a farm in Kansas and made a handshake agreement to work for his board.

He eventually made enough money to buy his first big rig truck, which would launch his lifelong passion and career in the trucking industry. As his CB friends knew him, "Bobcat" went on from that one truck he drove himself, to owning a small fleet of trucks, to founding a semi-truck and trailer dealership, Porter Truck Sales, in 1975 in Denver. After relocating to Texas in the early 1980's, Bob grew the business into one of the most respected independent family-owned semi-truck and trailer dealerships in Texas with locations in Houston and Dallas. He eventually passed the family business on to his son, Robert C. Porter Jr., and daughter, Sharon L. Munro. Porter's is still run with Bob's values and reputation at the forefront: honesty, integrity, and most of all, treat people the way you want to be treated.

If you knew Bob, you knew his wife, Rose Marie Porter. They met in 1959 in the Harrison, Arkansas city park. Bob asked for her phone number and said he'd call – and he did, that very night. From that day, they would go on to get married three months later and spend the next 67 years together. Where he was firm, Rose was sweet. Where he was bold, she was patient. Their pairing was one of balance. He admired his wife greatly for her gentle and loving nature and she was by his side till the very end.

After moving to Cypress, Texas in 1984, with his wife, Rose Marie, the two settled there and surrounded themselves with simple things they loved. Their property, horses, dogs, and family time brough him great joy and fulfillment. He loved traveling, golf, good food, fine spirits, but above all else, spending time with the people he loved.

Bob lived by a one hand forward one hand backward philosophy – never hesitating to extend his hand where it was needed. He will be forever commemorated by his generosity that left its mark on countless people that crossed his path.

Bob was a stout man, standing six foot three inches, with thick dark hair to top it all off. When he walked into a room, people paid attention. And if they didn't pay attention, he made sure they did. Sharp as a whip and just as clever, he lived life exactly on his own terms: no shortcuts and never out of step with his own unapologetic style. He was never afraid to speak his mind and make you believe it.

His living siblings are Carolyn Kinman and JoeWayne Maness preceded in death by Rosemary Maness, Judy Morris, Wanda Hickam, and Pat Kizziah. He also leaves behind his beloved great-grandchildren, Hudson C. Porter and Harper G. Porter. As well as his son-in-law, Thomas A. Munro, who he fondly referred to as 'Fireplug'.

He is survived by a legacy of strength, generosity, and unforgettable charm. Bob leaves behind not just his wife, Rose Marie Porter; children Robert C. Porter Jr. and Sharon L. Munro; grandchildren, Brandon T. Porter, Aaron C. Porter, Brittney M. Munro, and Nicole A. Munro; and extended family – but also a blueprint for living with boldness, humor, and unyielding loyalty. He showed us how to work hard, face challenges with resilience, and never forget to crack a joke whenever possible.

His spirit lives on in those he did business with, sat at the bar next to, and loved. To know him was to be seen, to be remembered, and to laugh. He was, and always will be, a force to be recked with.