Robert Timothy Vandevort

Proverbs 16:31 reads Gray hair is like a crown of honor. It is earned by living a good life.

I think this is a good verse that made me think of Tim when I heard it. We all know how gray he was and just to let everyone know I being his hairdresser never gave him any chrome highlights.:) I think Tim did live a good life. He accomplished a lot in the 48 years he was here with us. We just think it was cut to short, but we are a little selfish too. We will always remember him and he...

Here are 3 funny memories which Tim and I shared:

1. He walked into my house and looked with surprise at a small box I had on my countertop. He asked with a puzzled expression, "What's this?" It was a new box of horse wormer. I just casually asked him as if I was serious, "Are you wormy?" That really caught him off guard. He started laughing and said, "No!" After that, I would randomly out of the blue just ask him, "Are you wormy?" We would always both laugh.

I’ve known Tim for the past 24 years. He was my brother-in-law. We did many things together and we were always there to lend a helping hand to each other in anything that we were doing. I never had to ask him for what I needed when we were working on something he just always knew. He would have a tool or what ever I needed ready for me before I even asked for it. He was a more like a brother to me than a brother-in-law. He was a great man. I used to say he was the only man I knew that could...

One time when we went down to the farm. We had taken Tim and Warrens mini bike down. We arrived down there around midnight or so. I let Tim and Warren out at Christy’s house with the mini bike. They rode it down to Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Lloyds house. They rode it around and the house. They just kept riding it until it woke up Aunt Sylvia. She came out of the house and started yelling at them to get out of her yard. Then we drove up and she realized who it was and she just started laughing!!!...

Our Uncle Tim was a neat person. He was so much fun and just full of life. As we got older, we didn’t get spend as much time with him because of working and going to college.

Some of the things we treasured about him, were his honesty, trust and caring about people. He volunteered as a Firefighter, First Responder and EMS. It took a lot of courage to go into burning building to make sure no person was left behind. He went to many scenes or wrecks not knowing what he might see or...

More memories of Tim,
*fried bologna sandwiches (he made the best ever!)
*shnoo pillow (his grandma's terminology, if I remember correctly, for the pillow he tucked between his knees when he slept)
*pork steak, cabbage & new potatoes in the crock pot (mmmm...the boys didn't care for it, said it stunk up the house, but Tim & I loved it)
*gathering dinner from Bill Ray's garden (Tim was blessed to have Bill & Anita as landlord & neighbors. They are wonderful people & just...

It has been a year since Tim’s death and it still seems like yesterday. It has been almost 13 years since my sister, Cathy’s death and it still seems like yesterday also. The hurt, the pain, the untimely death is ever present. We cannot understand why but we have the assurance according to God’s word that we will see them again if we have asked the Lord within our hearts.
They are having the time of their lives renewing old memories, friendships, singing, and praising God. We have...

One of my funny memories of Tim was when Brianna and I had taken the kids to Railroad Park to play. There was a whole group of undesirable looking men all dressed in black on one side of the park and then about that time a couple of motorcycles drove in there too. I told Brianna, "Come on lets get the kids and leave." I really felt uncomfortable there. So she took one of the kids and I took the other. She was putting one of the kids in on her side of the van and I was bent over putting one in...

Uncle Tim liked to call me "Sister", I am not sure to this day if he really knew my name, I never heard him say it. I didn't mind. Although we were not close, we would see each other at least once a month at Wal-Mart; we would always say “hi” and ask how each other had been. My mom likes to tell the story about how Tim saved my life before I was even born. When my dad, my mom and Tim were driving and about to wreck, Tim laid over her stomach to protect me from impact. I’m not sure if...