ForeverMissed
Timothy Brian James Read, 61, passed away on August 20th, 2022 surrounded by his family at his home in Heislerville, NJ.  
Timothy was born in Maun, Botswana on December 5th, 1960. He spent his childhood traveling back and forth between Africa and the UK before settling back in Botswana where he worked as a professional hunter and safari guide for many years.  In 1999, Timothy moved to the United States and eventually landed in Cape May County, NJ where he married his wife Karen in 2004.  He worked for the Department of Corrections for twenty years at Southern State Prison.  He was a member of the Freemasons with Shekinah Lodge No.58.  
He will be remembered by his family as a quiet, deep-thinking man, who was an avid reader, always searching for the truth.  He believed in the unseen forces that guide us all. He loved being in nature and exploring all its wonders.
Timothy is preceded in death by his parents Brian and Enid Read, and his daughter Morgan Read from his first marriage to Kathleen (Austin) Read.  He is survived by his wife Karen (Baughman) Read, his son Dylan Read, his sister Sue Read Lobo and her husband Carlos.  His nephews Xavier and Ivan Lobo, his great nephews Dylan and Ariam Lobo, and several cousins spread around the globe.
Those wishing to pay their respects may do so at a visitation preceding burial from 10am to 11:30 am on Thursday Aug. 25, at the Steelmantown Natural Burial Preserve Chapel, 101 Steelmantown Rd, Woodbine, NJ 08270.  
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Posted by Mark Wilson on August 24, 2022
Our condolences go out to my cousin Karen and her son Dylan and to the entire Baughman family. We are always here for you guys ! Love Mark Tara Alexa. God Bless Tim. Stay strong.
Posted by Kevin Baughman on August 24, 2022
Life has a way of getting in the way. Not the good aspects of life, but the responsibilities, the worries, the stress of just surviving in a world that seems determined to grind us down. Those things weigh on us, keep us from doing the things we enjoy and seeing the ones we love. We always think that things will change, that at some point life will settle down and we will have time. It rarely does. But every once in a while, a small memorable moment can happen. My memories of Tim are a series of those small moments: an impromptu glow-stick dance party at Tim and Karen’s house on 4th of July, Tim telling stories of his African adventures after Thanksgiving dinner, drinking Irish Car Bombs on St. Patrick’s Day. I wish I had more of those moments, more time to just hang out with Tim. To go on that camping trip we talked about for years but never happened. To sit around a fire, drinks in hand, just chatting about the world and sharing stories. 

It makes me sad that I allowed life to get in the way of spending more time with a man I loved and admired. A man who made my sister so happy and was such a great dad to my nephew Dylan. Tim was quiet and reserved, but when he had something to say, he could command a room. We all could not get enough of his stories. I want to imagine that when I go for a walk in the woods, surrounded by the natural world Tim loved so much, that if I just take the time to stop and listen, he will tell me some more tales and remind me to take a moment to enjoy the beauty all around us and ponder the mysteries of life.
Posted by Steven Baughman on August 23, 2022
Tim, my brother,
Oh, how you will be missed! I cannot believe you are gone, and my heart aches to think we will never again hear your laughter or your adventurous stories of life in Botswana in that amazingly cool accent. I have enjoyed getting to know you and hearing your take on a variety of subjects. I just wish we had spent more time together. We were blessed to have known you these past 20 years. You were wonderful addition to our family, and our holiday gatherings were always more enjoyable when you were there.

I remember hearing your and Karen's written wedding vows and thinking ,"That is the most beautiful expression of love I have ever heard, and how perfect they are for each other." Thank you for being my sister's best friend and love of life. Thank you for the joy you brought to her and Dylan...and to all of us. You put up a great fight in the end, my man. We can all learn from your bravery and determination.

Good bye for now. I love you.
Posted by Frank Vanaman on August 23, 2022
I would like to offer my condolences to Tim’s entire family. I’m so sorry for your loss. I just wanted to say a few words on how Tim touched my life. I first met Tim at work (NJDOC) and we became fast friends. Wait… a world traveler from Southern Africa here in Delmont? I definitely had to get to know this person’s story.
We worked together for years and we talked for many hours. We talked about the meaning of life, relationships, traveling, hopes and dreams. I’d listen to stories like Tim taking William Shatner on a wild game hunt in Africa. I mean taking Captain Kirk where he’s never been before… how cool is that! Tim was a ray of sunshine and positivity for me in an otherwise dark and negative environment. We would exchange hellos but instead sometimes with a, “Hallo Guvna!”
I was so glad to share in his happiness when he invited me to his wedding. I’m very proud and fortunate to have known Tim and his wife and son as well. He was a great person, father, husband and friend. Although we didn’t talk all the time, when we did, it was like we just talked the day before. My wife and I will miss him very much. Farewell Guvna and Godspeed my friend… RIP.
Love,
Frank, Beth and Hailey
Posted by Allen Anderson on August 22, 2022
They say that people come into your life for a reason and not by accident and I am so glad that Tim came into mine. Tim was not only my best friend but he treated me like family.i am a better person for knowing Tim Tim loved his family very much and was very proud of his son and daughter. Tim will always be in my thoughts and in my prayers love you bro will miss our Friday talks
Posted by Karen Read on August 22, 2022
My beautiful husband I don't know how I'm going to live without you.
The house is already so empty without your presence. You were and always will be my best friend.
I will miss those dimples on your right cheek when you smile. I will miss our Friday morning outings doing stupid mundane chores together and how you always told me you liked hanging out with me. I will miss our Saturday morning hikes through the forests of South Jersey.  Who will I speak to about all things supernatural? I loved how excited you'd get thinking about bigfoot, or UFO's. How you didn't care if people thought you were strange, you wanted to be. You definitely walked to the beat of your own drum and that was one of the many things I loved about you. 
The day we met I felt an instant connection to you, like we knew each other from another lifetime, I believe we will know one another again.
My heart is broken.

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Posted by Mark Wilson on August 24, 2022
Our condolences go out to my cousin Karen and her son Dylan and to the entire Baughman family. We are always here for you guys ! Love Mark Tara Alexa. God Bless Tim. Stay strong.
Posted by Kevin Baughman on August 24, 2022
Life has a way of getting in the way. Not the good aspects of life, but the responsibilities, the worries, the stress of just surviving in a world that seems determined to grind us down. Those things weigh on us, keep us from doing the things we enjoy and seeing the ones we love. We always think that things will change, that at some point life will settle down and we will have time. It rarely does. But every once in a while, a small memorable moment can happen. My memories of Tim are a series of those small moments: an impromptu glow-stick dance party at Tim and Karen’s house on 4th of July, Tim telling stories of his African adventures after Thanksgiving dinner, drinking Irish Car Bombs on St. Patrick’s Day. I wish I had more of those moments, more time to just hang out with Tim. To go on that camping trip we talked about for years but never happened. To sit around a fire, drinks in hand, just chatting about the world and sharing stories. 

It makes me sad that I allowed life to get in the way of spending more time with a man I loved and admired. A man who made my sister so happy and was such a great dad to my nephew Dylan. Tim was quiet and reserved, but when he had something to say, he could command a room. We all could not get enough of his stories. I want to imagine that when I go for a walk in the woods, surrounded by the natural world Tim loved so much, that if I just take the time to stop and listen, he will tell me some more tales and remind me to take a moment to enjoy the beauty all around us and ponder the mysteries of life.
Posted by Steven Baughman on August 23, 2022
Tim, my brother,
Oh, how you will be missed! I cannot believe you are gone, and my heart aches to think we will never again hear your laughter or your adventurous stories of life in Botswana in that amazingly cool accent. I have enjoyed getting to know you and hearing your take on a variety of subjects. I just wish we had spent more time together. We were blessed to have known you these past 20 years. You were wonderful addition to our family, and our holiday gatherings were always more enjoyable when you were there.

I remember hearing your and Karen's written wedding vows and thinking ,"That is the most beautiful expression of love I have ever heard, and how perfect they are for each other." Thank you for being my sister's best friend and love of life. Thank you for the joy you brought to her and Dylan...and to all of us. You put up a great fight in the end, my man. We can all learn from your bravery and determination.

Good bye for now. I love you.
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Shared by Scott Baughman on August 24, 2022
This is not a memory, but instead something that happened after I heard that Tim had passed away.  My wife and I were in Charlotte visiting our son Ryan and future daughter in law, Andrea.  We were all sitting at a brewery on a hot summer day, when I received the text message that Tim had left us.  All I could think to do was raise my glass and when everyone responded, I just said "To Tim" as we clanked our glasses together.  It was difficult to even say those 2 words without tearing up, and when I told my family that he had passed there were more tears, more frogs in throats.  We had stayed at the brewery for a few minutes longer before heading back to Ryan and Andrea's apartment.  

The combination of the news, the heat, and a couple beers had me feeling drained.  I needed to decompress and excused myself to lay down for a bit to process Tim's passing.  I put headphones on and chose a napping music channel - yes there really is such a thing.  It is mostly calming piano music.  As I laid there, I was overcome with this feeling that I just wanted time to say a few words to Tim one last time.  I imagined myself leaving my body and floating upwards.  I just kept rising, first to the clouds, and then through them.  I was not nervous or afraid.  I did not wonder how I would find Tim.  I knew I was on a direct flight to him. 

Up above the clouds, I just stopped and there he was.  We were a few steps away from one another, and I just began to smile.  The kind of smile that masks a laugh.  I knew what it looked like on me, because Tim was wearing the same exact expression.  He was wearing an untucked white long-sleeved button-down shirt.  You know the type - loose fitting, linen, or some other material that screams Caribbean vacation.  He had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow at he often did.  He had white long pants on and was wearing flip flops.  The only thing missing was a Hawaiian Lei around his neck. 

As I approached, our smiles got bigger, and he gave me a shoulder shrug, knowing exactly what I was thinking.  Tim was always more Johnny Cash than Good Humor man when it came to his wardrobe, but he seemed very content and comfortable in his new look.  As I approached, I said, "it looks good on you", and we both let out a chuckle.

I started to look around at this place we were in together.  There was no ocean, or sand, or trees, but I was overcome with the feeling of being on vacation.  It was quiet and peaceful.  It was bright and light.  It was so calming and so beautiful, yet there were no objects, no landscape in sight. 

I reached out my hand to greet Tim and he quickly obliged.  He then pulled me closer and gave me one of those bro hugs, the kind that attempt to look 'macho' but are full of sentiment anyway.  I stepped back and began saying what I had come here for in the first place.  I told Tim that I missed him.  I told him his was a raw deal, and that I felt both anger and sadness in processing this, but mostly anger.  This just should not happen to good souls.  He was trying to do something good for himself and disguised within his weight loss transformation was this cruel and unrelenting disease.  I told him that we all loved him.  His family loves him.  I told him our hearts were broken, but we will rally together to make it through.

Tim stepped back and shot a look over his shoulders, recognizing, his surroundings.  He gave one more of those infectious smiles and said "I am good Scott", "I'm OK here".  I looked around too, and immediately felt the same.  This place, whatever it was/is, it is amazing.  As I started to walk away, I turned to say "Save me some of the wonderful new stories you will have to share when we meet again", and as if he already knew what I was saying, before the last word hit my mouth, he said "you know I will - I look forward to it".

With that, I floated back down to my sleeping self, and just laid there, wondering what in the world just happened.  Was it a dream?  I only had 2 beers.  Did I conjure that up like some Lifetime movie script?  Or?  Did it really happen - Did Tim and I have one of those Supernatural moments he believed to happen all the time?  

Regardless, I will now always remember our farewell for the rest of my days.  Karen and Dylan and all of us who feel this tragic loss, Tim is in good hands.  It will be a trying road ahead - memories are a double-edged sword,  On the one hand, a memory can warm our hearts, make us smile, make our soul sing with joy.  On the other, it makes us weep, and long for days gone by or dreams unfulfilled.  But, together, we will all be OK.  Together, there are laughs still to be had, and tears still to shed. 

Tim, we will miss you, my friend. Thank you for sharing your stories, your life, your beliefs and the good times we've had together.  What I will remember most, is you were always a dreamer, always believing there was some other experience out there in this world that is worth chasing.  Also, that accent, so awesome.  You often referred to yourself as the 'foreigner' in the United States no one paid any attention to, but truth be told, when you spoke, you were larger than life and always had a captive audience.  Americans love the accent...and a good story.  Until we meet again, Cheers!!
Oh, and Tim, if that was you, feel free to visit my dreams anytime!!