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A tribute to Tim.
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"so sorry to hear your loss and thank you very much for sharing Tim's story with us. glad you had many great times and may you both have many more great times in the next life dude. my best regards garry" Thanks. Having a bit of an off day as it happens. After having to come to terms with the fact that he could reach out to me like that, I now find myself wondering what else I was sure of that is wrong. I am starting to think that maybe there is an "afterlife" which means I cant be an aetheist, can I? | |||
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"No-one on here knew Tim, he died two weeks ago. I have spent these two weeks trying to figure out how I feel about this, and, with tomorrow being Tim's funeral, I think I have it figured. Tim wasnt a relative, and we hadnt seen much of each other over the past few years, but he still meant a lot to me. I met Tim when I was a mature student at college. I was 28, he was 18. We soon hit it off, and started going rock climbing together. Although there were a few of us in our climbing group, I only ever felt safe when climbing with Tim, and he felt the same with me. We soon developed a real "brothers" type bond, and got into some real "gnarly" climbing situations together, sometimes only surviving through a mixture of luck and fate. Tim helped me push my climbing grade, and also opened my eyes to life in general, bit of a switch there, usually in that type of situation it would be the older person doing the "awakening" stuff. One day, as it was chucking it down with rain, we hit a cafe for coffee, and started talking. Tim had been subdued, but opened up about a dream he had had. In it, he was in a car with a friend, and after a crash, the car caught fire and he and his friend were trapped. He was spooked, and said it almost made him stop going out with me that day, as I had a wife and two kids and he didnt want it to happen to me. I took the piss, which was our way of getting through things like this, and told him he was going to live forever cos "only the good die young". Fast forward a few years, and Tim's dream came true. He and a friend had a car crash, and got trapped in the car that went up in flames. Tim was 31. It seems I was wrong, he was one of the good guys. I keep hoping he was dead before the flames got him, but evidence from the people in the other car involved suggests otherwise. Was he psychic? I didnt believe in all that crap, until 1030pm on the 19th Sept, when I woke up in bed after hearing him call my name. That was the exact time of the accident. Now I know he's still out there somewhere, taking the piss and having a laugh at my expense. I will not be going to the funeral, I would far rather remember him as he was. I am going to dust off my nuts and cams, my descendeurs and belay devices, buy some new ropes and get out there again, see if I cant find another "Tim". I have realised that everyone needs someone that into who's hands you can literally put your life. I miss you bro. " That has just sent a shiver down my spine  | |||
"If thats what you think will give you comfort do it, youre grieving, do what is best for you x" Strange thing is, its only today that its all really bothering me..... thought I was cool with all of it, but I guess thats ther grieving process. I think the need to get d*unk is just cos I am thinking about all of this way too much. | |||
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"No-one on here knew Tim, he died two weeks ago. I have spent these two weeks trying to figure out how I feel about this, and, with tomorrow being Tim's funeral, I think I have it figured. Tim wasnt a relative, and we hadnt seen much of each other over the past few years, but he still meant a lot to me. I feel truly humbled by your sharing this experience of friendship, happiness, love and ultimately loss with us so publicly. There is/ was so much depth in your friendship I met Tim when I was a mature student at college. I was 28, he was 18. We soon hit it off, and started going rock climbing together. Although there were a few of us in our climbing group, I only ever felt safe when climbing with Tim, and he felt the same with me. We soon developed a real "brothers" type bond, and got into some real "gnarly" climbing situations together, sometimes only surviving through a mixture of luck and fate. Tim helped me push my climbing grade, and also opened my eyes to life in general, bit of a switch there, usually in that type of situation it would be the older person doing the "awakening" stuff. One day, as it was chucking it down with rain, we hit a cafe for coffee, and started talking. Tim had been subdued, but opened up about a dream he had had. In it, he was in a car with a friend, and after a crash, the car caught fire and he and his friend were trapped. He was spooked, and said it almost made him stop going out with me that day, as I had a wife and two kids and he didnt want it to happen to me. I took the piss, which was our way of getting through things like this, and told him he was going to live forever cos "only the good die young". Fast forward a few years, and Tim's dream came true. He and a friend had a car crash, and got trapped in the car that went up in flames. Tim was 31. It seems I was wrong, he was one of the good guys. I keep hoping he was dead before the flames got him, but evidence from the people in the other car involved suggests otherwise. Was he psychic? I didnt believe in all that crap, until 1030pm on the 19th Sept, when I woke up in bed after hearing him call my name. That was the exact time of the accident. Now I know he's still out there somewhere, taking the piss and having a laugh at my expense. I will not be going to the funeral, I would far rather remember him as he was. I am going to dust off my nuts and cams, my descendeurs and belay devices, buy some new ropes and get out there again, see if I cant find another "Tim". I have realised that everyone needs someone that into who's hands you can literally put your life. I miss you bro. " Thank you for sharing this life experience of happiness, friendship, humour and ultimately loss with all of us. There is so much depth in what you have written, so much honesty and genuine reflection.. I feel very humbled, even honoured to have had a glimpse of it. In a way, you brought Tim to all of us.. and as such I feel he is alive, whatever your beliefs, creeds, orientations... I am sad for you for what you are going through right now and I hope that sharing it with us on here... will bring you a little bit of comfort? xx | |||
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