Yesterday on my dad's birthday we scattered his ashes in the Gulf of Mexico off the canal where he lived. It was an area that our family had often gone out to by boat. The ceremony went very well and was more of a celebration of Tim than a somber event. Many people shared memories of who he was, most involved him inventing or creating something. Everyone drank sangria and listened to cd's my mom made with his favorite music. My brother Toby gave a great impromptu toast; I wish we had thought to film it. I am sure that Tim was there with us smiling and just wishing he could have had a glass.
Tim was an incredible person. Although I only had the pleasure and honor of knowing him for a couple of years his outlook on life was inspirational. Being involved with getting the ZBAR plant up and running as well as marketing this new product meant running into many hurdles and obstacles. Tim was always the calm in the middle of the storm. His complete confidence and air of inevitable success for ZBAR truly meant more than he may ever know. Tim's knowledge, expertise and his faith in the ZBAR team will be sadly missed but never forgotten.
Our dad always told Tim "You can build anything." And Tim wasn't very old when a series of go-carts, motorcycles, and dune-buggies took shape in our garage. We named one of his bikes 'the bear bicycle" because it looked like what bears ride in the circus. Tim was a few months shy of getting his driver's license when he and Daddy went to the Ford garage in Eugene to see the first Mustang. Of course, they couldn't resist, and a few days later the red Mustang came home. Tim drove it to the mailbox and back and counted the days until his birthday. It wasn't long until Tim decided he could soup-up the mustang by cutting a hole in the hood and installing some gadget to give the engine more air. Mom and us girls were horrified, but Daddy was proud, and told the Aunties that Tim was making his car run better. But the car ran like it had a bad cold. It coughed, it spit, it lurched, and it died in the driveway. Even mom and us girls felt bad. Tim spent days with his head somewhere down in the engine of that car. And before long the Mustang was showing up at the drag-races and at cruise night. In time, Tim came to believe that he could make anything. And I think he could too.
Tim was one of those people that was always in good spirits. He came into the office every morning with a smile on his face and a greeting for everyone in our group. Periodically someone in our group would be on a diet and Tim would join in the discussion to tell us the secret of his diet. He called it the "Happy Diet". It consisted of eating what ever made you happy which for Tim meant Starbucks Frappucino, donuts when available and of course "Naked" Hooters wings.
The essence of Tim to me was his abiity to look at things through the eyes of child. Children know no limits nor do they have the inner voices inside telling them not to take risks. They are driven by an honest curiosity that usually scares those of us who have failed, but children have no fear of failure. Tim was always able to maintain a positive "how can we make this happen" attitude no matter how daunting the situation appeared. He maintained that attitude even when facing the challenge of cancer. He delighted in the fact he was the poster child for experimental cancer treatments. It was always an inspiration to work with Tim, his enthusiasm and child like view of the workd made each of us better! We miss him daily.
Tim was the best dad I could have ever asked for. What I will always remember about him was that anytime a hard situation came up where I was worried maybe he will be dissapointed in me or not see my side it was never that way. He would always say you're my daughter and I love you and I am on your side. He was a great person and a wonderful parent. He did so many amazing things in his life and that has been a true inspiration to me to try and experience all that I can.
He made me a mortal; He loaned me a few precious years. He allowed me to love, to laugh, to cry and to fear. He gave me a mission and a flock to tend And all of sudden, He called me back to His Kingdom again. When I departed, my first thoughts were of sorrow, I could not hold my loved ones; not today nor tomorrow. I saw the pain and the tears being shed for me, I saw the emptiness, the confusion and the sympathy. Oh, please understand that now I am free, And that my spirit will live on for eternity. In a world where I can invent and my ideas will persist, Where no longer does pain, sorrow or suffering exist. Do not mourn for me as I am in the pressence of our Heavenly Father, And along with me are many friends, all who love one another. Most importantly, I know that through the eons of time, Tonielle will be with me, forever at my side. It is true that I will miss those whom I have left behind, I will look upon you, for the Vail between us is so very fine. And someday when your own earthly mission for Him is complete, I will be at the Gates, my Larsen Lounger, where once again we will meet. Fred Kerr 6-13-08
When I think of Tim I always am completely awestruck by his wisdom. Tim told me about all the different classes he took at community college and how he would just cruise on his bike when he had some free time away from campus. I believe Tim's love for the world around him is what sparked his curiosity. I do not think there was enough knowledge in the world to fill his mind, and his never ending ideas and dreams will always keep me mesmerized. I wish I knew the words to convey how amazing and inspiring it was to just have a warm conversation on a sunny afternoon with him. I miss him greatly; I will always remember that having him in my life was a precious gift.
Tim always enjoyed brainstorming solutions. First thing every morning, he would share the discoveries he recently made when he bumped his head in the shower, while commuting to the office with his Starbucks frappuccino or on his work related adventures. His stories were entertaining and the ideas he often came up with were practical. Many of these concepts are in use today such as Zbar (aka "Larsenite") the Lunar Lander, Prefeed Straightener, Logging Chokers, Automatic Kickout Pockets, etc. His way of suggesting practical solutions, never accepting that it couldn't be done and determination to make processes safer and more productive was addicting. After one weekend, Tim rolled in with the Larsen Lounger. The modified executive chair was complete after he mounted an adjustable mouse pad to the right arm. Now Tim would be able to recline in comfort while navigating through his work. Tim's optimism and influence reached many people. He will be missed.
King Tim--what a name--I never knew how true it was until I really started to get to know Tim. At first I thought it was just a joke we started around the office, now I realize that he really was King Tim. And he deserved that title!! He will be missed!!
King Tim, Tim the Toolman, Dr. Tim, and Chef Tim are just a few of the titles by which Tim referred to himself. He liked titles but there was a bit of a double standard when it came to handing out titles. He was King, I was the little heifer or sometimes the little pack-mule, and our granddaughter was pack-mule junior. I'm thinkin' he got the better part of that deal. Tim's special names/labels weren't just for people. I tried for years to teach him the difference between a flip-flop and a thong, but you all know that didn't work.
Tim was not satisfied with just fixing something. He had to make it better... When his home plumbing had a problem with stoppage, he was not satisfied with just opening the stoppage--he dug up the concrete floor slab and replaced the entire pipe.