Tilford Sebion

July 28, 1927 – December 8, 2013

Tilford “Til” Sebion died Dec. 8, 2013. The Master came for Til, obediently he complied.

Tilford was the youngest and only son of Thore and Mabel (Nerison) Sebion. Sadly, both parents died before he reached the age of four, creating a huge void. Needless to say, life’s tasks were taken on with the determination of a self-made man.

At 15, he worked at a gas station while attending Westby High School. World War II had him enlisting before finishing high school. He was a paratrooper in the 505th out of the 82nd Airborne under General Gavin.

Til was discharged in Montana; he had various jobs, telegramer in an isolated railroad outpost, formidable driver at the Kalispell race tracks and operator end loader in construction.

Rainy season found him seeking work in Wisconsin. The RADFORD Co. hired Til as a driver. He found a major piece of his life puzzle in a waitress at a truck stop.

Survived by his wife of 42 short years; children and their families; and sisters, Adeline and Lorraine and their families. Also the numerous friends he made along his life’s path.

 

 

It was with great sorrow that I heard last Friday of my stepdad’s passing.  I know he is missed.  Tilford was the man that was there for me during my impressionable years (3 – 18) and the man I called Dad.   I am so grateful for the many lessons he taught me.  I loved his sense of humour and the laugh lines around his eyes.  It took me a while to learn what a generous and difficult task he had when he took on my mother and her two children.  I remember riding with him in his ‘big truck’ on one of his short hauls, I remember helping him put up the siding on the new addition of the house we grew up in, I remember him teaching me how to drive (and that couldn’t have been an easy task), I remember the family dinners with Lorraine, Adeline, Harriet and Lawrence, and the cousins.  I remember the farm, the fields, and the garden.  I remember sledding in the winter and freezing cold feet at the ski jump hill in Westby.  And ofcourse, there are the memories of the worry and heartache that I put him through during my teen years.  But mostly I remember my last visits with Dad.  The sharing of stories and good things.

Dad, I love you and I miss you.