Timothy Roy Salisbury

Some people leave footprints on the world. Others leave dinosaur tracks.

With profound sadness and immeasurable love, we remember Tim Salisbury, a man whose life was filled with laughter, kindness, imagination, and the rare ability to make everyone around him feel like family. His time with us ended far too soon, leaving an ache that words cannot fully express and a world undeniably poorer for his absence.

As a child, he was captivated by dinosaurs – able to lose himself for hours in prehistoric worlds and eager to share every fascinating fact he learned. He carried that same sense of wonder throughout his life, pairing it with a love of Nintendo adventures, epic fantasy stories, Renaissance fairs, and countless games of Magic: The Gathering. Armed with a pencil and an endless supply of creativity, he brought laughter, stories, and entire worlds to life through his cartoons and artwork. He never outgrew the things that brought him joy, and because of that, he reminded the rest of us not to outgrow ours.

His wit was legendary. Conversations with him were equal parts insight, humor, and an endless barrage of puns, many so terrible they circled back around to brilliance. He could make people groan, laugh, and shake their heads all at once. Even in difficult moments, he found ways to bring lightness and laughter, offering the kind of humor that made hard days easier and good days unforgettable.

Professionally, he was a computer scientist and software developer, spending his days wrangling logic, using his extraordinary brand of wizardry to solve problems, and convincing technology to do what he meant rather than what he said. Outside of work, he took equal pride in educating friends on critically important subjects, such as the Aggie Howdy, which he taught with a level of commitment that was often ironic, occasionally sincere, and always entertaining. Whether debugging code or introducing someone to a beloved tradition, he loved sharing what he knew and helping others feel included. His intellect was ingenious, his curiosity insatiable, and his ability to explain nearly anything was surpassed only by his uncanny talent for digging in his heels once he had made up his mind.

He was also a man of strong convictions. Among them were two unwavering truths: ranch dressing was an affront to good taste, and vinegar was best left as far away from his plate as possible. While the rest of the world continued its debate, he remained steadfast in these beliefs, defending them with characteristic passion and more than a few jokes.

But beyond his hobbies, beyond the games and costumes and clever one-liners, what defined him most was his heart.

He loved deeply and generously. Family, to him, was never limited by blood. He cherished his chosen family with the same fierce loyalty and devotion he gave his relatives, creating bonds that were every bit as real, meaningful, and enduring. He welcomed people as they were, stood by them when they needed him, and made room in his life for those who needed a place to belong.

Tim leaves behind his wife, Megan (Johnson) Salisbury; partners in life, Sam and Christina Eleanor; parents, Anne (Bisson) and Blair Salisbury; sister, Diane Salisbury; nephew, Reznor Flores Salisbury; mother-in-law, Robin Johnson; brothers-in-law, Michael Flores and Kyle Johnson; and countless others who proudly called him family. Whether those ties were forged by blood or by choice mattered not to Tim; he loved them all fiercely, and they loved him just the same.

To know Tim was to know acceptance, friendship, and genuine care. He celebrated others' victories, carried them through setbacks, and gave of himself freely. The measure of his life is not found in years, but in the countless lives he touched, the laughter he inspired, and the love he shared.

His passing came far too soon. There were more games to play, more terrible puns to tell, more Monty Python quotes to yell across hallways, more gardens to grow, more Halloween decorations to perfect, more comic cons to attend, more adventures to have, and more memories to create. We grieve not only the loss of the man he was, but all the moments we should have had with him.

Yet, even in our sorrow, we remain grateful. Grateful that he was here. Grateful that we knew him. Grateful for every joke, every conversation, every act of kindness, and every reminder that being a good human is one of the most important things a person can be.

The world lost one of the best. Those who loved him lost a son, a husband, an uncle, a brother, a friend, a relative, a confidant, and a kindred spirit. But his influence remains, woven into the stories we tell, the games we play, the laughter we share, and the love we continue to give one another because of his example.

He would have loved nothing more than to be here with all of us today. He might even say that he was dying to attend. Tragically, the last time he was turned into a newt, he did not, in fact, get better.

May we honor him by living with a little more curiosity, a little more kindness, and perhaps a few more terrible puns.

He was loved beyond measure. He is missed beyond words. And he will be remembered always.

A Celebration of Life will be held on October 24, 2026 from 1:00-3:00 p.m. at Porter Loring Mortuary North 2102 North Loop 1604 East. San Antonio, Texas 78232.