Randy Samuel Tumaliuan Casey Roblyer

September 30, 1993 – January 20, 2018

Randy Samuel Tumaliuan Casey Roblyer was born September 30, 1993 in the jungles of Luzon in The Philippines. He was the beloved son of Samuel and Magdalena Tumaliuan, leaders in the Agta Tribe, who both died in 1999, and Dwight and Kathleen Roblyer, his adoptive parents. After the death of his birth parents and five long years in an orphanage suffering unspeakable abuse, bullying, and racial discrimination that was never disclosed, he was adopted by the Roblyer family when he was 10 years old, along with his younger sister, Andrea. From the beginning, it was clear that Randy was an untamed spirit with a sharp wit, fierce loyalty, a clever intellect, the wile of a survivor, and a hunger for freedom. Randy pushed against boundaries at the same time that he hung on tightly to those whom he loved. He sought closeness and community and had a passion for helping anyone who was struggling more than he was, often sharing what he had even if he went without. This meant that sometimes he trusted people who were untrustworthy and longed for acceptance from people who rejected him. People bullied him, stole from him, and abused him in countless ways. Each time, he was devastated when he learned of their betrayal.

Randy also struggled with a lifetime of physical and mental health problems, including traumatic brain injury after a fall from a water buffalo, posttraumatic stress disorder, bipolar disorder, learning disabilities, and a very unusual and brittle form of insulin-dependent diabetes. He was frustrated that there were no cures for these problems and sometimes rebelled against treatment, wanting badly to feel “normal.” He had suicide attempts and many hospitalizations. But he kept trying, learned a little each time, and grew in God’s love.

God brought people into Randy’s life who were instrumental in helping him on his journey to becoming the person he wanted to be: pastors, therapists, health care providers, his probation officer, employers and co-workers, his work family at Shipley Do-Nuts, his flag football team, precious friends, neighbors, and his large family. Many had to set limits and practice tough love, but their love is what gave Randy life and hope and enabled him to keep moving forward and grow into a man who contributed to society, loved passionately, and depended on God.

Despite this, the accumulation of betrayals were too much for him. He disappeared on January 7, 2018, after work. A community-wide search ensued. Family and friends were sickened with fear but clung to hope for two weeks, until learning on January 20 of his death by suicide sometime earlier. Law enforcement officers from several jurisdictions were thorough, professional, and supportive to the family. An unexpected community of support sprung up from a Facebook post that had over 13,000 shares and many people gave testimony to Randy’s bright smile and passionate service. Media were gracious, kind, and supportive to Randy’s family and friends while being faithful to report truth.

Randy leaves his family with many wonderful memories and the comfort of Randy’s presence with God: parents, Dwight and Kathy Roblyer; siblings and their partners, Andrew Roblyer, Joe Hartsoe, Patrick Roblyer, Hannah Roblyer, Emma Roblyer, Jarryd Spears, Kanya Roblyer, Benjamin Gonzales, Daniel Roblyer, Andrea Roblyer, Chance Roblyer; nieces and nephews Aiden, Athena, Sarah, Ava, Grace; and baby Audrey Marie, whom he loved with all his heart.

Now we are left to mourn Randy’s death and celebrate his life in a memorial service at Friends Congregational Church in College Station on Sunday, February 11, 2018 at 3:00 p.m. Details for attendance may be found at the Hillier Funeral Home website (www.hillierfuneralhome.com). We are also left to consider Randy’s legacy, which means calling out mental health problems and suicide so that lives can be saved, advancing treatment and cures for diabetes, and working creatively to build community with God’s compassion and inclusion for all. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that those who wish to honor Randy’s memory build up their local community in a way that is meaningful to them. Suggestions for contributions include: Twin City Mission (or homeless shelters); organizations like the American Diabetes Association, nPOD, or University of Miami Brain Endowment Bank who are dedicated to finding cures to diseases that affect millions; Friends Congregational Church (or faith-based groups promoting inclusivity); and Holt International (or agencies promoting ethical adoption). Additional information may be found at the “Randy Roblyer’s Legacy” Facebook page which will be dedicated to helping to build community.


It is with sadness that we report the passing of our all-time favorite chicken, Big Mama. Not many chickens deserve an obituary, but she does.

Big Mama came into our lives in September 2013. A family friend told us about a chicken who had been spayed, raised alone in a Houston apartment, and then taken to a veterinarian to be euthanized after the family grew tired of it. That vet was a graduate of Texas A&M College of Veterinary Medicine, and instead of euthanizing her, had the owner relinquish rights so Big Mama could be adopted. An email was sent to the vet school, asking for help in rehousing a spayed chicken who had spent its life indoors. At that point, Big Mama didn’t know what it was like living outdoors or being around other chickens. In fact, our first glimpse of Big Mama was a grainy photo showing a skinny, indoor chicken looking at herself in a mirror. We were hooked instantly. Did we want to give Big Mama a second chance at life? Absolutely!

We drove to Houston and smuggled her into our hotel, where we were staying to watch a Houston Astros game with extended family. Big Mama joined us in College Station shortly thereafter, and soon discovered how beautiful life could be walking in the grass, being a member of a flock, and having 24-7 love.

Big Mama flourished in her new life, growing into the beautiful Rhode Island Red chicken we knew she could be. We will miss her very much. Thank you, Big Mama, for being such a special part of our lives.

She is survived by her flock: Bubbles, Runt, Ms. S, Funky, Lucky, and Blondie.

Charles Roy Hall, Sr., age 76, passed away the morning of October 31, 2017 from several health complications. A native of Haywood County, he was the son of the late Charlie and Willie Mae Hall. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a brother, Ralph Hall and daughter-in-law, Cathy Ann Hall.

Charles is survived by his wife of 55 years, Kristine Hall; two sons Charles Roy Hall, Jr. and wife, MiChal, of College Station, TX and David Preston Hall of St. George, Utah; a daughter, Patricia Hall Hayner and husband, Joe, of Simpsonville, SC; two sisters, Mary Hall Farley and Anna Jean Brock; a step-brother Charlie Hall of Clyde; 10 grandchildren; 10 great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews.

Charles went to Clyde High School and married Kristine in 1962. After a short stint at a mattress factory in Hazelwood, he became a millwright at Champion International Paper Mill and served in that capacity for 39 years. He appreciated the co-workers from Champion that became his friends and of special note is Mary Hendrie of Canton, NC who in many ways is now a member of the family. His time at Champion helped him hone uncanny mechanical skills but he also demonstrated proficiency in carpentry, plumbing, electrical work, welding, and masonry. Give him a pad of graph paper and a mechanical pencil and he could dream up a project as well as any engineer. But give him a computer and, well, let’s just say he could have been a crash tester at Microsoft.

Charles and Kristine always had a vegetable garden, grew strawberries and Christmas trees “commercially” for a while but they also started a nursery business that was known as Blue Ridge Nursery. He and Kris (as he called her) figured out how to propagate and grow many different plants through trial and error and, of course, built and/or maintained all of the equipment and hoop-houses used in the operation. While the business was eventually sold, it was a family enterprise that was a successful sideline business for nearly two decades. You can still drive by many homes and businesses in western NC that have some of the nursery’s plants still thriving in their landscapes!

Charles’ main hobbies included fly fishing, woodturning, and making knives. He enjoyed working with his hands, but particularly enjoyed using any type of machinery. He collected tractors (and implements, of course), back-hoes, dump trucks and he was often observed tooling around in his renovated excavator moving dirt that “just needed tweaking a bit.” He was also known for reengineering old equipment just because “they didn’t design this thing right.” He collected every size of screw, nut, bolt, and fastener known to man and left a compilation of tools that Harbor Freight would be hard-pressed to match.

An introvert by nature, he was not big on small talk or crowds, but he could sure tell a story or two when you got him by himself…in more detail than you probably wanted…but fascinating nonetheless. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy that had the hand shake of a pipefitter and always said what he meant and meant what he said. Some of the favorite memories of his family included the harrowing experience of jumping the creek in the pasture in the dune buggy, his tale of smoking a cigar when he was four years old, family trips to the beach, camping or fishing, his addiction to Mountain Dew, his possible addiction to Karo syrup and biscuits, his short stint at coaching football, collectively building the stone fireplace and chimney one summer, the infamous speed-rocket go cart, sculpturing arrowheads, his packrat-like passion for collecting just about everything, and his seeming obsession with VW Beetles!

While his body gave out and he’s no longer with us, he accomplished a great deal with his time here on earth, and we will cherish the memories of “the good times” we had with him.

Memorial services will be held at 3:00 p.m. on Sunday, November 5, 2017 at Plains United Methodist Church with Reverend Zach Christy and Reverend Kenneth Rhinehart officiating. The family will receive friends from 2:00 p.m. until 3:00 p.m. prior to the services at the church.

Memorials may be made to FIRST Robotics, FIRST Finance, 200 Bedford Street, Manchester, NH 03101. FIRST Robotics combines the excitement of sport with the rigors of science and technology for high school students.

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