Alvin Bruce Dombart, 75, of Iola, passed away Wednesday August 12, 2015. A memorial service celebrating his life is set for 2 p.m. Sunday, August 23, 2015, at First Baptist Church in Bryan, Texas, with David Gusewelle officiating. Cremation services are in the care of Callaway-Jones Funeral Home and Crematory.
Alvin was born February 3, 1940, in Evans City, Pennsylvania, to Wilbur and Madeline Dombart. He was a proud veteran and served as Captain in the US Army during Vietnam. Alvin served in the Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M University and graduated in the Class of 1961. He loved and spent many hours at his farm.
He was preceded in death by his son and daughter-in-law, Stuart and Patricia Dombart; his parents; grandson, Kevin Currie; and ex-wife, Young Dombart.
Survivors include his daughters and sons-in-law, Susan and Gerald Mitchell, Sandra and David Church; sons and daughters-in-law, George and Valerie Dombart, Anthony and Judy Cantrell; grandchildren, William Blake, Matthew Blake, Elizabeth Baker, Christopher Baker, Heather and Danny Burdick, Melinda and Jonathan Chacon, Jennifer and Matthew Irwin, Steven and Jessica Kowalkowski, Alexandra Dombart, Gerrick Cantrell, Lorrie and Zach Discher, Tammy and Chris Lacey, Michael and Rachel Ball, Robert and Ginger Ball; numerous great grandchildren; and ex-wife, Ann B. Chase.
In lieu of flowers, please send contributions in his memory to the Aggieland Humane Society at 5359 Leonard Rd., Bryan, TX 77807, or to the Texas A&M College of Veterinary Medicine at 4461 TAMU, Texas A&M University, College Station, TX 77843.
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Our prayers go out to the family.
Sending our deepest sympathy.
We are sending our deepest sympathy on the passing of your father.
My deepest sympathy for Al’s entire family, especially Susan. I worked with Al at Verizon for several years, what a sweet man he was.
While expressing condolences, I am also recalling early childhood memories of a time in friendship with Alvin. His “Shirley, can you come over?” stuck. It was the way he said “can,” a convincing plea for a playmate that usually worked. He was about four, I was nine. Life comes and moves on. Memories are lasting. This one brings a smile to my heart.