My Uncle Gay was as nice a guy as you would ever want to meet. He was always willing to help someone with a problem, especially if it was an automobile. He could listen to an engine run and be able to tell if everything was running right. If the engine had a problem he could tell just what it was.
He was always good to me. When I was in the navy and stationed in Long Beach, CA, he would drive down to pick me up and take me fishing and camping. When he and Helyne retired to Lake Isabella, CA I moved from Phoenix, AZ to be near them. He helped me in many ways. When I graduated from college he was right there to cheer me on and congratulate m
I was beside him when he took his last breath from lung Cancer. He was very special to me. He tried to take the place of my father who died when I was nine. I owe my Uncle Gay so much as he was there for me during some very trying times
Arthur C. Tibbetts III
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