Birth date: Mar 18, 1991 Death date: Sep 10, 2020
Travis L. Wolbert of Hopewell Twp. passed away suddenly and unexpected on Thursday September 10, 2020 at home. He was 29 years old. Born in Bridgeton March 18, 1991, he was the son of Frank Wolbert and Sherri Davis Orr and the Ste Read Obituary
Still missed 4 months later. Gone but never forgotten. You were taken way to soon
To Rick and Sheri,
I am very sorry for your loss...
Let me know if you need anything at all.
Tracy Falcone
Damn man i just talked to you the other day bro. You will be truly missed by everyone you came in contact with
My dearest friend, my heart aches for you and the family in the loss of your son. Words cannot convey the sorrow during this time of grief and sadness! Prayers for you and the family for comfort, peace, and strength! Sending you a BIG hug!
Sending condolences and prayers to you. Whenever we ran into Travis he was always the respectful gentleman. He shared about his own life and inquired about ours. Travis always spoke with a level head and had good goals. When we spoke Travis always mentioned his desire and goal to work in law enforcement wanting to serve our community and keep it safe, a noble goal. I am sorry for this heartbreaking loss. 🙏🏻❤️ Aunt Rosanne and Uncle Paul
Sending prayers to all the family for comfort, understanding and peace
I haven't seen Travis in years, but we talked almost every day. He's truely been though so much, always came out on top, and was such a crazy, amazing person. He would take the shirt off his back for absolutely anyone. It's such a tragic loss for everyone.
Love you Travis, you will never be forgotten.
I remember just sitting on the porch with you, smoking way too many cigarettes. Talking, trying to understand each other. You hung up all of those rope lights around the deck. It was so beautiful at night. They are still there.
You always had such creative ideas that you brought to life. Like for one of Adalyn‘s birthdays, you tried making the sprinkler system for the kids. You spent a long time on that thing until you got it just how you wanted it.
And I remember you trying to take down a paper wasp nest by throwing a machete at it. You ended up throwing the machete and it landed on the roof of the car garage. It was there for so many years after.
All of the things that you wrote me, each word heartfelt. Pages upon pages of your feelings written down. You were the most thoughtful man.
I’m going to miss you
