William Thomas Bundick Jr.

Tom had a remarkabLe way of making everyone feel seen. He had a quick wit, adventurous spirit and a big heart. He noticed the little things – and when something went sideways, he was the first to turn it into a funny story you’d be retelling for years. He could take a bad day or an embarrassing moment and spin it into something light-hearted and unforgettable. It was one of his many gifts.

He was the loudest laugh in the room, the first to buy a round, and the one you always wanted at your table. Making friends wherever he went, Tom made being part of his world feel like an honor - and he was loved widely for it. Tom was so much more than a friend – he was family to many, and his absence leaves a void that cannot be filled. His kindness extended to alI.

He was a proud son to his late parents William and Barbara Bundick, whom he spoke of often and with deep affection. He’d joke about his mom’s 2004 minivan – the most immaculately maintained car in Virginia, even though it rarely left the driveway.

Tom played coIlege basketball at Emory and Henry University and never lost that team spirit. Whether on the court or in life, he showed up with enthusiasm, loyalty, and heart.

His greatest joy was his family. Tom was the devoted husband and love of a lifetime to Colleen. He is survived by his daughter, Brittany (Spencer) and grandchildren, Carter, Teagan, and Parker; stepson, Todd and grandchildren, Emerson, Dawkins, and Fiona; stepdaughter, Kristin (McCallum) and grandchildren, Marianne, Michael, Mac, and Christopher - who affectionately called him “Tommy Tommy Toot Toots”; stepdaughter, Sara, whose island escapades with Tom in Margaritaville will never be the same; and stepson, Kevin, whose youth teams proudly dubbed themselves the “Bundick Brigade,” with Tom as their committed and passionate coach. He also leaves behind his beloved German Shepherd, Max - a 120-pound “good boy,” often mistaken for a large wolf, and his loyal shadow.

Tom and Colleen loved long drives to Florida, where he made himself at home at Orange Lake (we think he owned half of it in timeshare points), stopped in Tampa to play catch with the grandkids - while joking he was going to get a broken hand - and always made time for a few nights at the Sandpearl in Clearwater Beach, competing to become the tannest man on the beach. He’d swing by Frenchy’s for food and drinks and soak up every second of sun and salt air

He loved Crown Royal, mixing Orange Crushes for everyone, beach bars, live music, fantasy football. He looked forward to planning cruises with the “Cruise Crew”, enjoying the casino, comedy club, island hopping and music. His bigger than life personality was only overshadowed by his big heart. He was deeply proud of the life he built and worked hard for many years, always with a grin and a story about life on the road.

A private celebration of Tom’s life will be held at the Salisbury Country Club on August 3 for close family and friends. In his honor, raise a glass, tell a story, and remember the way he made you laugh, feel welcome, and feel loved. That’s the kind of life worth celebrating.

And remember, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere!