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Awww, Mannn is right. I am so heartbroken & devastated. But these amazing pictures conjure up countless memories that remind me how fortunate I am (we are) to have been blessed by his magical personality. I am incredibly grateful for all things Tim in my life. And while he may not be around the way we all would prefer, there is no doubt that the giant impression his life had on us will carry us all for the rest of ours.. Man, I am gonna miss you Tim. Thank you for all the good times, laughs, pranks, unbelievable stories, advice, inspiration, lessons and for always being there for me when I needed a therapist, an escape or back-breaking labor. Thank you for being such a great friend. Thank you for being my Biggest Brother.
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This is a great loss, Tim was very funny and kind. I am especially sorry for you Summer, sending love and light ❤️
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It’s been hard to process that Tim’s left. I haven’t talked with him in decades, but our brotherhood runs deep and is part of my foundation. We discovered a lot together, and had an eclectic collection of common interests – especially related to creativity, humor, and music. Been reminiscing about this dude and have scrapped a playlist of some of the stuff we listened to during those righteous years:
Our bond transcends time and remains with me. So grateful for our special friendship, Timinator.
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Where do I begin. Tim was one of my first close friends in Orlando. I met him at circus circus on a Sunday night. I’ll never forget that night. We talked outside til
Daylight & that cemented a friendship that lasted for a few years before he headed to New York. He was my confidant & my shoulder to cry on. We laughed & we joked & he showed me all the best clubs. Introduced me to artist , musicians and your everyday regular joes. He influenced my life in such amazing life changing ways. Tim has always been in my thought even though we lost touch many years ago. He left a impact on me I will never forget. He came into my life when I needed someone like Tim to be my friend and he was one of the funniest, kindest, sweetest person I’ve ever met and I will always cherish his memory -
Oh Tim- you went too soon.
I thought we’d all hang out again- laugh about old time- catch up on new.
Tim was my friend in HS – fun, funny, tall, sharp, straight forward, nice, talented. We snuck onto club MTV Daytona Beach one year and got to dance a few dances before getting kicked off. Swishers and Shishers.Rest In Peace and Love Old Friend.
Coeli ( in HS known as Gwen)
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I love you Tim. It made me sad and angry! I miss you everyday. You were truly one of a kind. You knew how to be a brother and listen. I love you bro. I can’t wait until we meet again. Hold it down for me! You were the only person I knew that worked in the WhiteHouse with George W. Bush. I will never forget you. I will always speak good about you. You were nothing but an asset to this union. I wanted to pay my respect to you in person; to say bye to you brother. But for some reason I didn’t get any intel about that. Adieu 📐✏️🔨. Tim, you were truly larger than life! I’ll always miss you.
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Tim was a beautiful, kind, gentle spirit, who left far too soon. I’m so sorry for his family’s, framily’s and community’s loss. He will be remembered and missed greatly by many
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I’ve been Tim’s neighbor since 2005.
Knowing my background in cabinetry, Tim got me into working with him at Showman Fabricators for about a year, and then we studied for our IATSE Local52 test together, and have worked on many jobs together since.
He has always been a great source of support and a good friend through lots of what life has thrown us.
I and my kids and husband will always miss nim and his antics. He’s given our kids (jelly bean) pooping cows, fun games, random candy, etc.
He’s been one of the most patient and kind, nonjudgemental, and funny people I’ve ever known. He will be dearly missed.
Please feel free to email me and I’ll share any more stories as I remember them. Much love,
Melissa
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Hello Jennette, I’m Eric… Very old friends w your son. Not only was he one of my best friends (and one of my ONLY friends back when I first moved to NY) he also gave me a place to live for a while where I was privileged enough to get to know all his other friends and become part of his NY family at a time when I really needed that having lost my mom. You raised an incredibly kind, generous, and honest man. Thank you for giving your son to all of us. I’ll never forget my man, Tim. Many Condolences, Eric
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Tim was amazing. One time I was visiting Harwell in NYC and Tim and I spent the day together. because Jeff had to work. Tim took me to all of the NYC skateparks that existed at the time, and then to Brooklyn Banks, and finally Chelsea Piers Skatepark. I skated the vert ramp by myself, with a crowd of one, who was almost as tall as the ramp, mind you, and I proceeded to get good and grimy and skated my heart out. In between runs, we would goof on whatever topic came to mind, often something funny one or both of us had seen and how we would embellish on it, usually some SNL skit. At the time a popular skit SNL did was the parody they did of the real life clothing store, Jeffery’s, which included Will Farrell on a rascal scooter with a tiny “beetle cell phone”. So picture a tall Tim, and a not short Mike, who is grimy from skating and carrying a skateboard and backpack with his sweaty skate pads in it, and he says, “you want to check something out?” Of course I do, Tim. So we walk to Jeffery’s, (mind you, prior to this, I thought it was a skit only and not a real place) and proceed into the doors. The gasps of disdain at our presence were loud and many, and we were literally walked up to, scanned up and down, and the sales person snarks, “Oh no, I am not going to even start with you two.” and sashays away with prejudice you could taste on your tongue. And with that, it was mission accomplished, and off to find a beer and food. Classic.
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A gente giant, wonderful spirt, and dedicated craftsman.
I had the pleasure of meeting Tim in the shop on The Following – season 3. He would ride his bike in, every day, even through the middle of winter, and manage to maintain a positive demeanor throughout the day.
Since then, I would always smile to see Tim arrive for work at any shop.
We were together at the Blacklist shop this past October. The day he left in an ambulance, we had just finished assembling a couple ceiling pieces to send to the stage. While taking coffee we spoke about how easy it was to get lost in the work. He had enjoyed the recent gig he had as a Standby Carpenter, and was grateful it had been so busy the past few years, but he wanted to find more time for his music.
He had been on the fence about purchasing a new laptop to mix with, as his old workhorse was no longer running the newest mixing software available, and he had been expanding his effects library. By the end of the conversation, and our lunch break, he had resolved to do so. We parted ways as he went out for a smoke, leaving me with an optimistic outlook for his future.
By the end of the lunch hour, Tim was being wheeled out of the shop by paramedics. His bike still in the corner, and his tools under the bench. As I waved him goodbye, in my mind, there was no way this was going to be the last time Tim.Knowing he was a radical musician and personality throughout life, I wish I had been able to know him longer. I hope he has time for his music now, and is at peace partying away in the after life.
Travel well, Brother, you will be remembered and missed by many.
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A long time ago Christopher asked if some friends could come for Thanksgiving since They had no family in New York. What a grand ole’ time .. so much laughter till you cried with their crazy stories every year .. yes, every year! I adopted them .. they became family. Tim even brought Tupperware because he knew this mom was sending them home with doggy bags to have for lunch/dinner the next day and he even started bringing desserts that he baked himself. I understood meeting Tim for the first time why my son loved and admired this gentle giant. It took the first Thanksgiving for me, my family’ and friends to love him and be thankful he was an important part of Chris’ life. I loved you big guy ..you were taken away too soon. I fell apart when I heard you were gone .. we all did. You will be greatly missed. I don’t know how Chris (and Joanna) will handle the loss. Be at peace and please watch over your little bro … thank u for being such a wonderful part of his life. Love you big guy! ❤️
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Tim is easily one of the COOLEST people I’ve ever met (and will ever meet).
And this is easily the LEAST COOL thing he’s ever done 😦
It’s a Bad Joke, I know. Funny, Not Funny- But it’s true..
Tim has ALWAYS been the COOLEST & has never done anything not cool, besides this.
And it’s this type offbeat sense of humor and unique world view we shared that helped us make sense of life & how stupid it can be sometimes.
I usually laugh and goof off as a defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable like this, but I can’t stop crying over Tim’s random departure. I’m devastated. It’s like a really bad joke. I want it to be one of his silly pranks. I’m confused, I’m Heart broken. I’m the saddest I’ve ever been in my life & at a loss for words for how empty I feel.I first met Tim a handful of times in the late 90s but it wasn’t until Summer of 1999 or 2000 I officially made his acquaintance, in Baltimore of all places. We were at the Starscape Music Festival, which was really a wild outdoor “rave” held along the beautiful Chesapeake Bay. Since the moment I met Tim he had made a BIG impression on me. His 6 feet 9 towered over my 5 feet 2, His big old mischievous smile was infectious from the get-go & his incredible head of long hair that seemed to follow along half-step to his zig zagging dance moves was mesmerizing. Meeting him was both fascinating and a freak out. It didn’t help that he was in the intimidating company of his dubious sidekick Robert-who performed his own unforgettable signature dance moves while flashing a big grimace of gold teeth. And it’s important to note that I experienced this first impression while I was hallucinating on liquid LSD, which certainly amplified the magical effect Tim immediately had on me. His genuine spirit & fun-loving energy was magnetic from the start. I was hooked on his bright personality. But little did I know at the time how his light would draw me in so. Little did I realize back then how he would eventually become my lighthouse, as he was for so many others that flocked to be in the good times of his company & comfort of his care.
It’s trying times like these that we search through pictures and songs, stories and prayers or the likes of quotes to help sort all the emotions, to lift us up or carry us. And when I reminisce of such a special life-changing encounter like I had at that Rave, I can’t help thinking of a quote that says something along the lines of how:
’80 percent of life is just showing up’.
And then I can’t help thinking about how if I didn’t succumb to our friend Eric’s peer pressure to live in the moment & drive 4hrs on a whim to go party on the outskirts of our Nation’s Capitol that day (or night?), I may never have had that amazing experience & that big first impression. And so then Tim probably wouldn’t have become my fun roommate & forgiving landlord. And then my mentor for art and music, my teacher on how to make something interesting out of nothing. I probably wouldn’t have as many laugh-lines as I do now and I definitely wouldn’t have seen some of the things I still cannot un-see. I wouldn’t have spent as much time on the phone, pondering hilarious scenarios for more hours than I’d like to admit. And I subsequently wouldn’t have employed him as my default therapist and fellow gossiper, whom I could spill my most personal beans to.. If I didn’t meet him that fateful day, I doubt he’d be at my Mother’s Thanksgiving table all those years, where he & Robert had a seat & were always loved & welcomed as a part of our family. There’s a good chance he wouldn’t have become my Local 52 Union Brother, where we could share our experiences in the trenches of the film business, sometimes luckily by chance on the same stage and shooting crew. And if it wasn’t for me going to that silly party, he most importantly would not have become my brother. My BIG Brother. The Big brother I never had and always needed. Tim is way more than a dear friend to me. He was both a Light & a Lighthouse. A beacon of fun. A barrel of laughs. I had the best times with him during the best times of my life. He is an inspiration, a teacher and a mentor to me and to many of my close friends. And he was the glue that bound us all together. I could always count on him and I often did.At the end of that Rave, when the sun was reflecting the morning over the Bay and the dragonflies seemed to be working with the police to break up the event , I was still tripping on the acid I took. Eric was intermittently trying to convince me that everyone was not morphing into a uniformed police officer and the partygoers hugging their farewells were not actually trying to eat each other. And I couldn’t help to panic where were we off to next? How were we going to get there? And what was to become of my Subaru Outback still parked out in the lot that we were soon to be escorted out of? And I’ll never forget how during this minor anxiety attack, Tim tapped on my shoulder to get my attention. When I turned around & looked up to him, he offered his help: ‘hey, if you’re still tripping too hard, I’ll drive your car!’- I’m not going to lie, I was amused at first, but this terrified me even more. The thought of letting this rather strange giant stranger get behind the wheel of my car (a tiny clown car I wasn’t even sure he’d fit into) was sobering enough to allow me to make the bad decision to roll the dice on driving us back to the Big Apple safely-which thank heavens I did!
But when I look back upon that amazing day & reflect upon those good times and maybe bad choices, I could never help thinking about that simple gesture Tim made, and how I could count on him since DAY ONE. It had the biggest impression on me & tilted the scale enough to seal the deal. It was the first time I witnessed his kindness and generosity, which in his remembrance must not go unmentioned. Because besides the charm & magnetism of his presence & personality, his wild worldview & fun-loving spirit, incredible sense of humor & contagious laugh, besides his multi disciplinary creative genius, his unbelievable stories of unforgettable exploits, besides the big old smile on that handsome mug of his, Tim will also be remembered for being the most generous person I know. Someone I could always count on.. Whether it was a place to stay, someone to talk to, helping me move many apartments, lend me money, install my cabinets or help pickup and set up my barbecue, my buddy & brother Tim was ALWAYS the last one at the party there for me, just as he was for everyone else. And even if someone let him down or let human nature take advantage of him, he never let that tamper with his generous spirit and warm soul. He couldn’t help being him and I’ll forever be grateful for that like I’ll forever be grateful for going to that rave where I met him. My life was never the same after introducing Tim into my life and now it’ll never be same with him gone. “Awwww Mannnnn!”
Am I gonna miss him so..
I DON’T LUFF YOU TIM. BUT I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER..-Little Chris xoxo
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