Timothy and his brother Todd were conceived while on a vacation at my fathers house in the Blackfoot Canyon in Montana, about 20 miles Northeast of the town of Missoula where I (their father) was born.
Finally after several days of being pressured by the Hospital Admin to name our newborns, we pulled out a "Name Your Baby" book and started thumbing through the choices. This was complicated emotionally by the fact we were upset that our one baby had a very small chance of surviving.
Tim died of AIDS related complexes (ARC) succumbing to multiple brain tumors and the advice of his physician and friend, a Stanford doctor.
His life was a positive influence because we could always depend on him. He was: an extraordinary person, a friend, a brother, an uncle and a son.
Tim's death was a positive influence because we remember the brave and
valiant course he chose to both fight his HIV infection and how he choose to cope with
it. He never asked, "Why me?" His only focus was to stay
ahead of the HIV infection, making the most out of life with little thought
of whether his life was going to end or not. The last three months were his best, making it look to his family as if he would survive forever. He acknowledged the distinct possibility of dying but never was negative about it.
Christa went on to college after his death; inspired by her brother and actually developed her Master's thesis around Timothy.
Yes Tim, you are constantly and still being remembered.
Tim then went on to graduate from the University of California at
Santa Barbara. He was frequently on the honor roll and got his BS
in four years as an English Major. He was always very focused and always aggressive
in maintaining his GPA at or near a B+ level being on the Dean's list several times over the four years of attending UCSB.
One can't remember Tim without mentioning his recreation
passions: Bowling and Motorcycling. He was a frequent bowler and
it was not unusual for him to bowl in the very high 200s. On a rare occasion, even a 298 and a 299. Can you imagine the last frame, having 11 strikes in a row and then the very last frame? leaving a pin or two standing. What an emotional moment.
Meanwhile, reflecting back to when he graduated from UCSB, Tim moved back home after college but was soon out on his own with his
very own apartment and a real job. His initial vocation choice was to be a
teacher. He had an offer to go to work as a teacher for 19K a
year or to go to work for Integratel as a programmer for 29K a year. He choose
the later pursuing programming instead of teaching English.
Eventually, he went to work for Intel where he continued to do
financial programming and was awarded several times for his excellence
in implementing the programs and projects assigned to him. He continued to
work at Intel until his HIV infection became health compromising AIDS, forcing him to give
his full attention to fighting the HIV infection. He was on
disability for about two years before multiple cancerous brain tumors
formed and turned him into a vegetable, terminating his final bout with the HIV disease.
Tim's friends and family were with him
very end. Perhaps you would like to view the guest registry for his Memorial. If you were there, locate your own name and the names of your and his friends. His memorial service was held in a chapel at 231 East Campbell Ave., downtown
Campbell, California. This service was a "standing room" only event.
Tim's short but quality life, had touched an extraordinary lot of people.
If you wish to visit Tim's Crypt Interment to remember and talk to him; simply go to Los Gatos Memorial Park, 2255 Los Gatos-Almaden Rd, San Jose, CA. When you get there, park your car in front of the first building you come to and then walk to the left and between the main building and the building to it's left. Tim is located in the Tranquility Wall, Unit A, Memorial on Toyon Drive. His crypt is 10 rows up, and the 12th column from the left. You can thank his Mom for a place to visit him. It was her wish that his ashes be saved for posterity in a regular crypt instead of being cast to the winds. Tim's wish was to be scattered over the same area as his deceased partner's ashes were. His father apologised and told his deceased son Tim, "The wishes of a live parent, trumps the wish of a deceased son." Sorry Tim.
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