Tim G. Dodson

My brother Tim always surprised me with how he viewed the world around him. Even in childhood, I could seldom predict how he would react to people or situations. In our childhood, having two older sisters who, of course, liked to "play house," Tim was willingly recruited in their playtime. Sometimes he was the "Dad," sometimes the "Mom," most times the "Kid," sometimes the "gossipy neighbor." Although Tim wasn't keen on mud pies, my sister and I sure had some good coffee and tea parties with Tim under the front-yard tree. Tim didn't like playing as much with his younger rough-and-tumble brothers. He'd look after his brothers to ensure they were safe but seldom participated in playing dodge ball or wrestling matches with the boys. He'd rather play alone than traditional boy activities. I remember we had only one two-wheeled bicycle that all six of us siblings had to share. Tim taught himself to ride the bike and took his fair time peddling around our large yard. That bicycle was always in use with one kid or another.

When I was a child, my Uncle Tim and his family would baby-sit my sister and I quite often. We spent many days playing with our cousins and hanging out. He pretty much took us everywhere he went, and that was usually by walking. I remember fondly that he used to take us to the local public pool, which was a real treat. Sometimes he would go garage sailing with us and our grandmother on Saturdays and would spend a lot of time with my mother.

He worked his whole life as a CNA at various nursing homes and care facilities around Lakewood Colorado. He lived alone for most of his life but would open his home to his family if needed. It seemed like Tim never really 'fit in'. He always seemed to be watching from the sidelines. He was a quiet man, but he definitely had strong opinions, and would tell them to you if you asked. In general, he kept to himself. I don't remember Uncle Tim being a complainer. He took what came and made the best of it. Unfortunately, Tim had a lot come to him. He had a very hard life.

He was loved much by his sisters and brothers, and they never ceased to try and help him whenever and however they could. He lived with my aunt for quite a while. My Sister took a large interest in his welfare in his later years, and took him into her home in Missouri, and helped him get his own place again where I think he was happy. Tim was always happiest in his own place. You could tell when Tim was happy because he would do funny things like send out letters saying "I'm doing fine. Hope you are too!" or send Christmas cards in May. They always made me smile.

I will remember my Uncle Tim as a kind, gentle man with a unique laugh. And I'll remember the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy, and how he took care of me when I was little.

And I will forever remember the kindness and love my aunt, Uncles, Mother, Sister and Nieces and Nephew shared in helping to take care of him. God bless you all, and God bless you Tim.

When I was a child, my Uncle Tim and his family would baby-sit my sister and I quite often. We spent many days playing with our cousins and hanging out. He pretty much took us everywhere he went, and that was usually by walking. I remember fondly that he used to take us to the local public pool, which was a real treat. Sometimes he would go garage sailing with us and our grandmother on Saturdays and would spend a lot of time with my mother.

He worked his whole life as a CNA at various nursing homes and care facilities around Lakewood Colorado. He lived alone for most of his life but would open his home to his family if needed. It seemed like Tim never really 'fit in'. He always seemed to be watching from the sidelines. He was a quiet man, but he definitely had strong opinions, and would tell them to you if you asked. In general, he kept to himself. I don't remember Uncle Tim being a complainer. He took what came and made the best of it. Unfortunately, Tim had a lot come to him. He had a very hard life.

He was loved much by his sisters and brothers, and they never ceased to try and help him whenever and however they could. He lived with my aunt for quite a while. My Sister took a large interest in his welfare in his later years, and took him into her home in Missouri, and helped him get his own place again where I think he was happy. Tim was always happiest in his own place. You could tell when Tim was happy because he would do funny things like send out letters saying "I'm doing fine. Hope you are too!" or send Christmas cards in May. They always made me smile.

I will remember my Uncle Tim as a kind, gentle man with a unique laugh. And I'll remember the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy, and how he took care of me when I was little.

And I will forever remember the kindness and love my aunt, Uncles, Mother, Sister and Nieces and Nephew shared in helping to take care of him. God bless you all, and God bless you Tim.

My fondest childhood memories are when I spent time with my Uncle Tim and his family. Uncle Tim worked as a CNA for most of his life. He often worked odd hours so my brother and I spent the night with our cousins and Tims wife frequently. When Tim wasn´t working he always took us for walks down Colfax Ave. Tim was a quiet, gentle man that always seemed to be on the outskirts of any social life. The world and the people in it for the most part was not kind to my Uncle. However, despite the ways of the world and most people, Tim always kept pushing through. Many people gave up on my Uncle, but not once did my uncle give up on them. I will miss my Uncle deeply and know God has him now. I am grateful to have known him and to be loved by him.