Timothy P. Kary, born on January 15, 1947, passed away on Wednesday, May 27, 2026, in Austin, Texas, surrounded by his family.
Timothy was deeply beloved by his family and friends, leaving behind an immense void. He is survived by his brothers, Daniel and Mark, and was preceded in death by his sister, Rebecca. He is survived by his children, Wendy, Marcia, Christopher, and Gabrielle, along with their spouses, 10 grandchildren, and one great-grandchild. He also leaves behind the mother of his four children, Deloris Jean, who remained an important part of his life after 48 years of marriage.
Timothy graduated with a master’s degree in Physics from the University of Illinois and prided himself on sharing his passion for the subject with family, friends, and strangers alike. He had a deep love for traveling, cars, and above all, spending time with his family.
A devoted believer in God, Timothy prioritized reading his Bible daily. He was known for encouraging others and deeply empathizing with those in need. As his family, we take great comfort in knowing he is now with our Heavenly Father.
A celebration of Timothy’s life is being planned for the weekend of June 28 with details to be determined.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4
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Through all those 47.7years of marriage our journey was blessed with many exciting memories. . One special memory was when Tim held our first born Wendy up above his chest as he was lying down on his mom couch. Wendy was bare bottom. Then it happen she let go and it was all over her dads chest. Tim’s mom and I had the best laugh ever. This was Tim first lesson about babies.Put a diaper on your little one.
Thank you God for letting me say farewell to Tim. We had 47.7rs of marriage plus 3yrs of high school and college dating, plus ten years of being best friends. We shared a secret room in his college dorm, so romantic. Through all those years we experienced challenging times. Our journey was blessed and at the end I held Tim hand, gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him “it’s okay to go into the light and join his family in heaven”.
Thank you God for letting me say farewell to Tim. We had 47.7rs of marriage plus 3yrs of high school and college dating, plus ten years of being best friends. We shared a secret room in his college dorm, so romantic. Through all those years we experienced challenging times. Our journey was blessed and at the end I held Tim hand, gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him “it’s okay to go into the light and join his family in heaven”.
I have so many wonderful memories of my dad that it’s hard to choose just one. Looking back, what stands out most is the time we spent together and the countless ways he shaped who I am.
My father instilled in me a love of nature. He took us hiking on weekends and introduced us to parks and gardens from a young age. Those experiences gave me a lifelong appreciation for the outdoors, and I treasure every walk we shared. I would give anything for one more.
He also passed along his love of older cars. Some of my favorite childhood memories are spending weekends in junkyards, helping him search for parts for his latest project. While he worked, I would climb through old cars with my big sister, imagining adventures and dreaming about the future. I still smile when I think about him teaching me about engines or asking me to “pump the brakes” while he worked. At the time those moments seemed ordinary, but now they are among my most treasured memories.
Dad was a teacher in every sense of the word. Every homework question—especially physics—often turned into an hour-long lesson. He challenged me, encouraged my curiosity, and helped me excel in math and science. He never just gave answers; he helped me understand.
No matter the problem, Dad was always there. A broken toilet, a car that wouldn’t start, a household repair that seemed impossible—his first instinct was to teach, guide, and empower us. He would talk us through the problem, help us find the right information, and patiently explain how to fix it ourselves.
Most of all, my father believed in me. He loved me unconditionally and gave me the confidence to believe in myself. As I reflect on my life, I am overwhelmed by the understanding, patience, and support he gave each of his children. His lessons, his love, and his faith in me will stay with me forever.
I love you, Dad. Thank you for every walk, every lesson, every project, and every moment. What more could a daughter ask for?