So not into writing today but I had to share some insight I received today.
God recieved Tim he did not take Tim…
Very big for me since I have been struggled with “God’s will” for a long time now. I hate it when people say it is “God’s will”, and a situation like this makes it clear that we just do not know the infinite spiritual world around us. And to box it up and say it’s “God’s will” is…ridicules in my eyes. For one: How are you certain? Two: That’s just an easy copout answer to make the grave situation sound good and fairy tale like. But for Tim’s case I not only take it as false but I interpret what they say as, God rather have Tim in Heaven then having him serve here. Stupid, you all know how Tim served God to a standard most of us cannot fulfill, so why would it benefit God to have Tim by his side rather then spreading His love and leading by example to a troubled city. Stupid.
Anyways I hope I didn’t misrepresent what [blank] said or meant to convey but that is a little piece of what I received this morning. And this not being the only thing I received but the others were to huge or too personal to bring up.
Love you [blank].
I just finished it. Actually I probably will never be done with it but it ready for us.
Any questions or comments please write them here.
I do know that the windows need scroll bars and there are plenty of links that need to be added.
I have plans to create a memorial site for Tim G.. I want to tak ethe TimGarrety.com design and just create more links.
I intend to include:
I really need your comments and suggestions.
To take my thoughts off of what has been going on for the last week I created a new theme; not really but the colors have changed. Striped will also change but I will save it until my thoughts of Tim are too heavy.
I actually need to write down some thoughts of what went on this past weekend and what will happen in the future; not now.
One thing Tommy and I kept repeating this weekend was “F’ing Tim”. Not a statement of anger but of frustration.
F’ing Tim
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I am at a difficult point right now. I clearly do not know what to say or do. My future is changed; I dig so deep to find every moment that I spent with Tim so I can archive it and never forget my mentor.
What huge shoes he left behind. I cry because I think of everything he had did for the Bridge, SkateStreet and most importantly his family and friends.
Those shoes, who will ever take responsibility for what he has left behind?
Clearly not one man alone.
Feeling as though I am one of those men I sit here frustrated with a clear message.
Frustrated; my mentor has passed, and I only half full of his teaching. Oh so frustrated because he never taught me the secret.
The clear message is from him; he reminds me of those lessons he did get to share. Those teachings of planning, commitment, imagery, imagination, expression, integrity, determination…but not the secret.
That secret, that tool he used, that no one knew about; time. Think about it Tim always had time, ALWAYS. Did he ever not have time for you, the bridge, SkateStreet, and family? No wonder he liked coffee so much. He “touched” so many people. And when I say touched I mean molded/infected. I for one owe everything to him. If he didn’t guide me through ‘media’ at the Bridge I would not have the skills I have today, nor the job. I owe so much to that man, how can I ever repay him now?
We all know Tim was a great man and friend to many, he accomplished a lot but I truly believe his life works were not done. Yesterday a tragedy occurred…collapsing the future as I saw it.
I cry…
I am honored to be Tim’s friend. And I thank God I ruined his computer last week. Because without that we would have not text messaged or talked as much as we had this past week. Last night he called me at 6:37 pm and we talked [PAUSE] soon after “shortly before 7 p.m.” the accident occurred. That conversation will always mean so much to me [pause] not because of the content but the fact I had just one little piece of him before he left. That piece of him being happy. [crying] I wish I could remember if I said ‘I love you man’, my heart says I did but my memory says not. [crying]
“God please don’t ever let me forget that conversation nor the feeling we had”
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