It just seems so unfair.
And all sorts of wrong.
Everything about this situation seems unreal.
Only this is the reality: He is gone.
He is gone and his wife is now a widow.
He is gone and his children are fatherless.
He is gone and there is a gaping hole left in our community.
He is gone and I'll never be able to randomly send him texts anymore.
He is gone and so are the opportunities to pick his brain and learn a new insight from him.
He is gone...but...
...his influence remains imprinted on those of us he impacted during his years on earth.
...his memory will remain as we recollect fond and random memories that we shared with him with each other.
...his legacy and lifework will continue on through the people he shared his passion with and invested in.
...the ways in which he lived fully and wholeheartedly, and loved Love will continue to affect others as we all pay it forward.
I hope he knew how much he meant to so many people.
I hope he knew how fortunate I felt to be able to call him a friend.
I hope he knew how much of an impact he truly had on so many lives.
Our earthly loss was Heaven's gain, and now you are truly free to sing and worship eternally in unfathomable and unimaginable ways. And it is in this truth that despite my heavy heart and saddened spirit, that my soul finds comfort in knowing that this is not the end because I'll be seeing you again one day.
But until then, RIP Tim.
You are deeply missed, friend.
