Tim died on thursday morning at 1:25 a.m. after a year long battle with Melanoma. Sucky, but thinking about where he is is baffling to me. I was sitting in the funeral today wondering what he was doing today, and then I began wondering if there is even “time” in heaven. Is there lunch time in heaven? Is there a schedule of some kind? Is there sleep, because we all learn in sunday school that we get to do what we like most in heaven…sleep is mine.
Tim was a sarcastic, dry, hilarious, caring man of God. He loved his family and friends, and he loved Jesus. He made new musicians at cornwall church feel welcome and old ones feel like brothers and sisters. I will miss Tim. We had a lot of laughs together and a lot of tears. He truly lived by God’s word, and embraced it with everything he had. He also knew the meaning of Hawaii’s “spirit of Aloha”, and continually lived by it in his interactions with strangers.
I was honored to sing at his funeral today, but more so, I was amazed to see old relationships begin to be rekindled. It never ceases to amaze me how in the midst of pain and hurt, God still shows up and is able to show us how he will continue to work in these times. Tim had us play a song at his funeral, which he asked me a year ago to sing, called “Who says you can’t go home” – a duet with Bon Jovi and Sugarland. I walked in and asked Mike, our worship pastor, if he thought that this might be Tim’s final joke on us by getting us to play a country song (which most of the peopel on stage dislike). I’ll always remember Tim and I’m going to miss him, but I know that I’m going to see him again some day.