Rodney Kekar
February 22, 1973 ~ June 14, 2022
Rodney Kekar
49 of Martinsville, passed away on June 14, 2022, at IU Hospice House in Bloomington after a brief illness. Rodney was born on February 22, 1973 in Indianapolis, Indiana to the late Randall Kekar.
Rodney grew up in Indianapolis attending Arsenal Tech High School and later Westfield High School. He was known as a Jack of all trades. He was mechanically inclined and enjoyed working with his hands building, fixing up cars, motorcycles as well as painting them. He also was a talented, creative artist who enjoyed drawing and making unique items.
He is survived by his son Rodney Kekar, Jr.; stepchildren Brittany Garo, Travis Brandenburg; sisters Holly (Rance) Kleiber, Amber Brown; brothers Anthony Wiltsee, Randall Haapanen, Bobby (Christina) Smock, Danny (Brandy) Smock; grandchildren Brynlee, Keegan; several nieces and nephews as well as his former wife, Mary Brandenburg.
A celebration of Rodney’s life will take place privately at a later date.
Final arrangements and cremation are entrusted to Carlisle Branson Funeral Service & Crematory, Mooresville. Please visit www.CarlisleBranson.com to share a favorite memory or to sign the online guest registry.
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My first best friend, my big brother. You will forever be in my heart and missed. I will think of you every day. I love you
Until we meet again I’ll be thinking of all the goods times we all had
I’m so thankful to have you in my life and even more thankful you got to be in miles life! You will forever be missed and very loved. Please watch over my mom and say hi to grandpa for us ❤️
I remember as a kid my uncle Rodney would always be the one to make us laugh, he was always the one to crack a joke and make somebody’s day. Your humor and personality will live on uncle Rodney, we love you forever ❤️
My awesome big brother, I will miss you. Love you ߒ™
I love this guy he was my slightly younger brother, and best friend. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him being here although I know he is in my heart I spend most of my mornings weeping. One day we will meet again and start on our next car maybe this one will be fast enough the first time so we can finish it. This is one of my biggest memories with Rodney, we’d build the car drive it once tear it back apart add something new, it was a never-ending process, never fast enough.