Sordillo, Robert Bernard, of Portsmouth, NH, passed away on June 15, 2026.

Born December 22, 1949, and raised in Arlington, MA, Bob was the beloved eldest son of the late Angelo and Virginia (Spada) Sordillo. He is survived by his loving wife, Susan (Biergiel) Sordillo; his brother, Paul A. Sordillo and wife, Debby of Wilmington; sisters-in-law Barbara Lyle and her husband, Steven of Saco, ME, and Nancy McDermott of Naples, FL; nieces and nephews Nicole West and her husband, Aaron of Derry, NH, Stefanie Ryan and her husband, Eric of Shirley, MA, Heather Ouellet and her husband, Mitchell of South Portland, ME, and Steven G. Lyle of North Conway, NH; and great-nieces and nephews Ari, Averi, Roman, Roxy, Lucy, and Violet. Bob is also survived by his great-aunt, Virginia Sasso of Arlington and many extended relatives and friends. He was predeceased by his youngest brother, Steven J. Sordillo of Arlington, MA & his brother-in-law, James A. McDermott of Naples, FL.

Long before Bluetooth and streaming playlists, music was a constant in Bob's life. His love of music influenced those around him, including his younger brothers, and sparked countless conversations over the years. As teenagers, Bob and his brothers would buy inexpensive cars and, no matter how modest the vehicle, one upgrade was non-negotiable: a car radio. Music remained one of the great passions of his life. Family members fondly recall that he introduced Susan to Frank Zappa on their very first date - a choice that, fortunately, did not prevent a second date.

From childhood trips to Revere Beach with his father and brothers after work, to time spent in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, to fishing adventures all over New England and in the Florida Keys, or even losing his eyeglasses chasing waves at his niece's destination wedding. Bob was happiest near the water. He and Susan built a life together their way, with more than a few stories worth retelling, in Portsmouth, NH where the ocean was never far away.

Bob was also a devoted dog lover. Tebo, Bailey, Sully and Lucky and many others were cherished companions who shared in his daily routine over the years.

Bob wasn't overly sentimental, but he had a thoughtful and generous way of showing he cared. If he came across a beer he thought you'd enjoy, he'd bring it home for you. If he found a CD worth listening to, he might buy one for himself and one for you. That's how he showed he cared— through small acts that let people know they were on his mind.

Bob lived life on his own terms. He was a thinker, a bit of a rebel, and unapologetically himself. He found joy in the things that mattered to him: music turned up loud, a good cigar, a fishing rod in hand, his dogs by his side, and the people he cared about.

If this obituary could make a sound, it would probably be one of Bob's trademark grunts…an acknowledgment, a goodbye, and perhaps a reminder to not make too much fanfare.

In keeping with Bob's wishes, no formal funeral services will be held. Those who knew him are invited to remember him in their own way: spend a day by the water, cast a fishing line, share a beer with a friend, enjoy the slow burn of a good cigar, or put on a favorite record and turn it up a little louder than usual.