Birth date: May 2, 1933 Death date: Dec 3, 2019
Robert Lee Ticknor, 86, of Decatur passed away on Tuesday, December 3, 2019 at his residence. Robert was born in Jacksonville, IL on May 2, 1933, the son of Arthur and Katherine (Koehler) Ticknor, Robert married Wilma Hettinger i Read Obituary
Uncle Tink was truly a blessing to me in my life and all that knew him. I pray that he is at peace and reunited with his life partner. Julie and I want to express our most heartfelt condolences to Chrissy and Bobby during this most difficult time. We are a phone call away and at your disposal if there is anything we can do to help.
I just got word from mom and dad that Uncle Tink died. He was 86, and all the years I knew him I never knew him other than as my favorite Uncle. Why? He always had that big smile for me, and a belly laugh at things I said and did, and what’s more, he taught me to ride a motorcycle, making me feel at ease laughing at my fumblings attempts until I got it right. What patience. Uncle Tink was one of those people that fill a room with their personalities, but are never obnoxious about it. He was a truly loving soul. Another example was my mother, his sister-in-law, who was in full labor delivering my sister, Lisa. She was frantically calling people to find someone to pick the rest of us kids up from school and get us fed. She called Tink and she tells me he just said “okay” like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Tink was just a great guy. I hired into Pittsburgh Plate Glass for a while, and he was always there to bolster my spirits. I remember screwing up my inspection job on the glass once and Tink telling me it was alright that they’d get over it–it was a learning curve. He was just always there with a kind word. He was a fishing buddy to one of my brothers, and well really a pal to us all. My condolences to Bobby and Chris–a great spirit has been taken out of the world, but we all have those great memories to fill that empty space with. Those were great times guys, and in a large part due to your dad being there . . .
