In Remembrance Of
Robert Witherspoon
Robert Thomas Witherspoon, 74, of Ferrelview, MO, passed away February 14, 2017.
He was born on August 6, 1942 to Lewis Thomas and Gladys Marie (Settles) Witherspoon in Kenneth, Kansas. Robert graduated from Smithville High School. He then served his country in the US Air Force. He received his technical training as a missile facilities specialist at the Sheppard Air Force Base in Texas. He served for a year at Elmendorf Air Force Base in Alaska. After his honorable discharge, he returned to Trimble, MO and married Beverly Woods and they had a son John.
On June 17, 1978, he was united in marriage to Kay Anderson. After their marriage, they lived in Trimble and in 1983 they moved to Ferrelview, MO where they made their home.
Robert worked for Thompson Sod and Pruitt’s Painting both in Trimble. He later worked as an ironworker for J.E. Dunn in Kansas City for 20 years. After his vehicle accident, he went to work for Diamond Parking/Standard Parking at KCI Airport where he was currently working.
He was a member of the Baptist Faith. Robert enjoyed tinkering on lawn mowers, working in the yard, going to thrift stores and reading. He loved picking on everyone and seeing them laugh.
Robert was preceded in death by his parents Lewis Witherspoon and Gladys and Frank Thompson.
He is survived by his wife Kay Witherspoon; children John Witherspoon and wife Jo, Becky Pesco and husband Jim and Richard Anderson and wife Tammy; grandchildren Lynsey, Lauren, Michael, Dylan, Tyler, Samantha Jessica and Mikey; siblings Patty Witherspoon, Gloria Williams and husband John, Judy Racobs, Barbara Edwards and husband Leslie, Frances Neeley and husband Larry and Frank Thompson and wife Sue; brothers and sisters-in-law Barbara Goodwin, Dean and Sonia Anderson, Andrea Mallory and Kenny Anderson; numerous nieces and nephews other relatives and many friends.
Memorial Services with Military Honors: 6:30 p.m. Saturday, February 18th with visitation following until 8:30 p.m. all at Hixson-Klein Funeral Home, Smithville.
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Albert Srite
Sorry for your loss , I knew Robert in high school .
Kathryn Cooklin Lewis
I remember Spoon calling us kids pup or toad…today when I reflect on that, I think "pup" meant you were an alright kid that behaved…and "toad" meant you were on the "Spoon Scoop" list and you best change your ways. " Mmhhmmm" with a scawl meant he was doubting bits and pieces of your story, if not all of it; and if need be, your story would be checked out. "I disaprove" meant exactly that and you better ditch your actions or thought , get back to the drawing board and get yourself right…now maybe you'll get a "that's alright". "OK" with a wide eyed expression with a smirk meant that he thaught you were eating crazy cookies — even so during that moment a kid would think that they said or did something to astonish him.He is already missed.During a time of loss, it is hard to find the right words. Most of the time we stumble over ourselves and say something so inert that it becomes shocking. For the family it's daunting and tiring. Between the banks of hurried preperation there are rapids of phone calls, emails, facebook posts, cards, flowers…time becomes an engulfing jello that you're not sure how to navigate…then there is a flood of emotion that you share with family and friends, you cry, you laugh, you even get mad at what another may have said, again you cry…cry like a sorrowful burden may never be lifted and you fall to the floor in a tearful sweaty slump…the sobs subside…something tiny pokes a bit at your ribs and finally, finally, you begin to giggle…most especially at inside jokes…then you realize you can't stop…every little thing is funny…and still the laughter comes…by now you may as well wet yourself. The rest of your life has changed. Your days will get easier. In a few months you'll hear a really good joke and you'll think or may even say out loud "oh my gosh, I gotta tell Dad this one!" You won't realize that you thought or said that until a few minutes later. A few months down the road you will pick up the phone with every intension to talk to him. These things still happen to me from time to time (in regards to my Daddy), in a way, I guess it's a comfort. He is over there, ready to greet Spoon…they are gonna cry and laugh…and be comforted knowing that we love and think of them.
Angela Johnson
I'm so sorry for your loss