Tim-Rivet-Obituary

Tim Rivet

Plaquemine, Louisiana

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Tim Rivet passed away in Plaquemine, Louisiana. Funeral Home Services for Tim are being provided by Wilbert Funeral Home - Plaquemine. The obituary was featured in The Advocate on March 13, 2005.

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Can you spare a smile?
Mine has suddenly washed away, I can't seem to find it anywhere, though I've looked for it night and day.
I think my dad took it with him to his magnificient new home in the sky and I caught a glimpse of his grin as I was sadly passing by.
I know it must upset him that he accidentally took mine on his trip, but wait, I see something falling from the sky with a bounce and a flip.
It has floated straight into my hands as I nervously open them...

Well Dad, 2 months you've been gone. I guess you were right you
always told me this was coming. I didn't believe you I would always
say dad just stop talking about that I don't want hear it.
Who would have thought, "Not Tim" is all I hear. I miss you so much words can't describe. I have so much to deal with and all I can do is pray that your by my side to help me along the way. Uncle Ray is here helping me like you asked him to do, but still he's not you.
I still...

I have known Mr. Tim for as long as I can remember. He was one of the most loving and caring men I knew. He has never hesitated to help someone in need. We couldn't have asked for a better neighbor and friend. I can remember when Hurricane Andrew left us with out electricity for over a week, and for some reason Mr. Tim's street got theirs back before us. We came home to extension cords running from his house to ours so that we could plug up our ice box and fans and things like that.
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Yes, life is short. We realize this more every day. Tim's life is a good example. I heard a song that I've been dreading hearing since you passed. It's "He Stopped Loving Her Today". I've always thought of you every time I've ever heard it and now even more. Your friends tell me how much I meant to you which I've always known. We shared many years together and brought into this world a beautiful daughter who now has given us a granddaughter. Every time I talk to Keely about you she smiles. I...

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone.
As I remember the last day of Tim's life, it was the same as usual.
Talking on the phone, making plans for that night. Met up with Cliff and Deb at his workshop. Talked about "Baby Keely and "Baby Harleigh". Going fishing in the morning, and going buy my helmet, laughed and listened to music, as usual. Cliff and Tim decided aroung 10:00 they were ready for Smothered,Covered, Splattered, and Scattered at the Waffle House. We sat in the...

This story is so Tim. When I first met Tim, he repeatedly said that he wanted a special bumper sticker for his truck. (Of course, Tim didn't repeat things, right Brent.) So I gave him the sticker for his birthday and I thought, no way will he put this on his truck. I was wrong. Krisi just smiled and laughed at her Dad on this one. The
attention that sticker got was unreal. People passing him, blowing their horn and pointing fingers at his sign, and even thumbs up by some with laughter....

This story is so Tim. When I first met Tim, he repeatedly said that he wanted a special bumper sticker for his truck. (Of course, Tim didn't repeat things, right Brent.) So I gave him the sticker for his birthday and I thought, no way will he put this on his truck. I was wrong. Krisi just smiled and laughed at her Dad on this one. The
attention that sticker got was unreal. People passing him, blowing their horn and pointing fingers at his sign, and even thumbs up by some with laughter....

This story is so Tim. When I first met Tim, he repeatedly said that he wanted a special bumper sticker for his truck. (Of course, Tim didn't repeat things, right Brent.) So I gave him the sticker for his birthday and I thought, no way will he put this on his truck. I was wrong. Krisi just smiled and laughed at her Dad on this one. The
attention that sticker got was unreal. People passing him, blowing their horn and pointing fingers at his sign, and even thumbs up by some with laughter....

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone
As I remember the last day of Tim's life, it was the same as ususal.Talking on the phone, making plans for that night. Met up with Cliff and Deb at his workshop. Talked about "Baby Keely and "Baby Harleigh". Going fishing in the morning,and going buy my helmet.Laughed and listened to music,as usual.Cliff and Tim decided around 10:00 they were ready for Smothered,Covered,Splattered and Scattered at the Waffle House.We sat in Non-smoking area, had a...