In late 2024, my brother received the devastating news of a glioma, a type of brain tumor. When his doctors asked if there was something he wanted to do, Tim didn’t hesitate: he wanted to go skiing at Grand Targhee. Within days, his wife Karan, his family, and close friends made it happen. The five-day trip was filled with laughter, snow, and the unmistakable joy of Tim being exactly where he belonged — moving through winter alongside the people he loved.
Which was very much the human being Tim was. Always, even in the face of uncertainty, he met the world gratefully, bravely, and fully alive.
Timothy Charles Vosburgh’s Montana roots ran deep. In 1910, his great-grandfather, Hugh Evermond Vosburgh, left Alberta and brought his young family to Boulder after following the mineral-rich pull of the Elkhorn Mountains. Hugh staked the original Vosburgh mine and planted the family firmly in the valley, where his son George and grandson Leonard lived and worked their whole lives. Our parents, Leonard and Mercedes (Merc) Vosburgh, dedicated themselves to Boulder’s public education and community life. Across these generations, the Vosburghs built their lives in this landscape—ranching, mining, raising children, and serving the community Tim grew up in.
