Birth date: Aug 24, 1957 Death date: May 21, 2025
Timothy G. Rebold, 67, passed away peacefully on May 21, 2025. Born on August 24, 1957, to William B. (deceased) and Martha Rebold, Tim lived a life marked by quiet strength, deep curiosity, and unwavering love for his family. A p Read Obituary
THIS MEMORY AND TRIBUTE IS FROM GRANDMA
When God spoke of His Son, Jesus, He said, "This is My Beloved Son in whom I am well pleased". I, too, can say that about my Son, Timothy,--
He is my Beloved Son in whom I am well pleased". He was a wonderful Son and a caring soul. I am so thankful that God gave him to me for 67 years. I am comforted by the fact that he is now at Peace which he truly deserves. Rest in Peace my dear Son. I love you and hope to see you soon!. Love Mom
One of my favorite and most valued traits which has carried me to have a life that is very filling and rewarding is a hard work ethic. Working obsessively hard and having grit allowed me to get an excellent education nearly for free, and paved the way for meeting my lovely wife, building a wonderful family, and obtaining a challenging career. Physical and mental toughness are not aspects that you are born with or inherited. These traits were infused in me from witnessing and experiencing the tireless work put forth from my Dad, Tim, throughout my childhood. Beyond the countless hours he spent working to provide for the family, he wasn't shy with spending additional hours at home to make our lives more entertaining and happy. A couple projects that demanded excessive labor and attention to detail included building a basketball court (pavers and sand), and the installation of a large above-ground pool (even more pavers and sand). Dad was often accompanied by his own father, the late Bill (the brains), who was another hard working man that I admired. It wouldn't surprise me if the hard-work of that man rubbed off on my Dad. Another more personal project involved building a pitching(baseball) backstop that I used to develop better command as a young pitcher; just don't ask many of the unfortunate batters who were in the way of a wild fastball. Both Dad and I would take turns trying to hit a suspended car tire, which approximated a strike zone, at the end of the backstop. Both of us threw left-handed, another coveted trait that helped me become a pitcher.
Up until now, I find myself enjoying many physical projects just like my Dad, much with a focus on making our children happier. Accompanied often by my wife (the brains), I find that working with my hands and to near exhaustion are compellingly satisfying. An abundance of achievement has come not from inherited gifts alone (Rebold and Stephan intelligence), but from the relentless work and effort that had to be applied. So as I reflect right now, and think about all the challenges and struggles that had to be endured, I often reflect on my resilience and character. I have my Dad to thank for being a model of that.
In 1981, I decided to build a deck on our house. The first step was to install a 6 ft sliding glass door to enter the deck area, replacing a 5 ft window. Tim was gracious to offer to help me. We had to cut a larger opening in the wall to accommodate the sliding glass door. I was very
nervous in doing so and spent 30 minutes measuring and re-measuring the opening to cut. Tim patiently waited 30 minutes watching me measure and then said: cut the damn thing now. I am grateful that he said this as I would still be measuring it today. He also helped me build the deck, all for a few beers and meals. Tim was a good person and will be missed. Fred (his brother-in-law)
I am Tim's oldest sister, Mary, and am so very honored to have had him in my life for sixty-seven years! There are two memories of him that are some of my favorites. One of them was when I called him one day before he met his wife. He was very good-looking and had a lot of girlfriends who would call him. On that particular day when I called him, I said, " Hi Tim," and asked how he was doing. Tim responded and asked how I was doing. Then he said he was sorry but didn't know who I was. I could hardly believe that he didn't recognize my voice, his own sister's voice, because he had so many girlfriends, although I did think that was quite funny. My other memory was when Tim was very ill in the hospital when my mom, and I were visiting him along with my husband, Fred, shortly before Tim passed on. At that time, he was married, had his two precious little sons, and was self-employed running his landscaping business. On the way home from work one day, he was tired and fell asleep driving on the freeway. He ended up falling asleep and going off the left side of the road into a deep ditch. Then Tim woke up and saw his guardian angels and knew he had to do something. He repeatedly tried to drive up on the road and finally got out of the ditch but landed off the right side of the road in another ditch. Next, Tim saw two semi trucks turned sideways on the road blocking traffic for him so he could back on the road. Because of God and those guardian angels, he was able to get back on the road and drive safely home to his family! After recounting that story, he said that he was seeing his guardian angels righ in the hospital room which was probably why he was so calm even though he knew he was dying. I think God wanted him to tell us that story so we knew that his passing on would be fine.
My uncle Tim was always so hardworking, but he made the time to join the family for many a holiday celebration over the years. He was known for bringing beautiful and tasty desserts. It was good to see him take a break and sit back with a beer. Sometimes, he'd surprise me with his funny takes on stories from when him, my mom and their siblings were younger (and a little wild).
