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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.

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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.

Elizabeth “Betty” Ann Miller

1923 – 2017

“If you stand very still in the turmoil of life and wait for the voice from within-you’ll be led down the quiet ways of wisdom and peace in a mad world of chaos and din.” — Patience StrongElizabeth “Betty” Ann Miller has died at home with her beloved daughters and esteemed caregivers. Her stock was Alsatian and Irish. She was born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota to William Patrick Murphy and Melanie Weygand in 1923 and grew up on a Depression-era farm 2 hours north, in Arlington. At 17-years of age, she hitchhiked to California and got a job as “Rosie the Riveter”, building the B-17 for the North American Aviation Company in Los Angeles. On December 1, 1943, she met Marine LCpl Marshall Middleton Miller, from Goldthwaite, Texas who was scheduled to ship out for the Pacific Theater the first of the year. With a burning, spontaneous love, at 20 and 22 years of age, they married on December 25th. No time for a honeymoon, Betty cried as he sailed out of port and did not see him again until he returned from the Battle of Saipan terribly wounded and partially paralyzed. Other women might have left him; this injured Marine, but she did not and so began long years of operations, profound pain, and physical rehabilitation. He never totally recovered from his wounds, but through it all, she remained by his side for 57 years: “I will never leave you my darling, come what may.”

In the 1950’s she moved to College Station with Marshall and their three children. Marshall worked for the Poultry Science Department at Texas A&M and Betty dedicated herself to raising her family and being a loyal friend to many in the A&M community. She could spell any word in the dictionary, loved ice water and fudge, and used to play golf in the heat of summer. She could sing beautifully, was a skilled seamstress and an excellent cook. Her red beans and cornbread were renowned in the neighborhood.

We are her three children and have always been in awe of her and now that she is gone, we weep. She was the morning after the storm, the soft voice, the enduring patience, the heart of laughter, and the eternal love. Her many friends knew that Betty could always be counted upon. At the end, she was as sharp as they come and deep in her eyes there burned a fierce and tender story.

You probably did not know her, yet we share her death with you. Why? Because all of us will lose or have lost a mother, and we are joined together in these moments as we recall the universality of the women who gave us life: our mothers.

In her name, we send hope beyond grief to all of you.

She was predeceased by her parents; siblings Margaret, Eva, Monica, Audrey, William; husband Marshall Miller; sister-in-law Mary Ann and niece Andrea.

Betty Miller is survived by daughters Melanie Fuller (David), Mary Kraus (Bob), and son Duke Miller (Teresa); grandchildren Elizabeth Ennis (Brad), David Fuller (Alison), Marshall Miller, Charley Zipp, Robert Zipp, Kate Henderson (Jeremy), Mercy Kraus (Ryan Simons); great grandchildren Emily and Ethan Ennis, Anna and Claire Fuller, Caleb, Lydia and Caroline Henderson; brother Thomas Murphy, sister Virginia Rasmussen, and brother-in-law Sam Smith and numerous nieces and nephews.

Special thanks to Hospice Brazos Valley for their loving kindness to our mother and family this last month.

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