My Brother from another Mother
When work took mre to Chicago in 1979, I was able to spend a lot of time with Ellen, Tim, and all the kids. Over time Tim and I grew close and it was during that time in the 80s, when our relationship and memories were formed. We initiated the ANNUAL TURKEY BOWL, on the front lawn of their home in Arlington Heights, we worried through his cancer scare, and Ellen and I cried at his bedside when we found out . We struggled with the decision to move to seattle. He honored me by being my best man at my wedding in 1984. We would have long conversations on the phone disecting each others life/business plans and I always came away from those knowing I was talking to a man among men. Tim was completely generous with everything he had, intellectually with his ideas, personally with his time, emotionally with his love. His imense intellect was grounded in real common sense perspectives and values. His sense of humor was a joy and he had the personality to carry it off through his famous story telling. He was a devoted christian, and all this, was under the layer of what was the love and committment he had for his wife and sons. I grew to love him as a brother, and will have a hole in my heart for the rest of my life.