In the early 1980s I moved to Chicago. As this was my first time away from home, it was wonderful to have the Coleman family close by in Arlington Heights. I spent a few holidays there, and watched the 4 boys from time to time. This is where my memories of Uncle Tim were forged.
Uncle Tim was a mountain of a man. I remember marveling at how smart he was, and how capable he was. I did not know exactly what he did at United Airlines, but I knew he was damned good at it. He drank a lot of coffee. He was the king of his castle. He could tell a captivating story. He could hold court like few others. I felt he did everything for his family, for Aunt Ellen and for his boys. It seemed to me, as an observer, that whatever Pat, Pete, Matt and Tim needed in life, Uncle Tim was going to move heaven and earth to make it happen. At least that is how it felt to me. I am sure that is how it felt to them. Actions always tell the truth.
69 seems so young. There will be so many grandkids missed, so many family gathering unattended, only a memory looming ever so large. I had not talked to Uncle Tim in many years. I had heard he and Aunt Ellen were in Florida, or Las Vegas, or wherever he could continue to work and provide. I regret that I never reached out to say Hello, just to hear what this remarkable man would say to another man this many years down the road. And, now I never can. If Uncle Tim could hear me, I would say “Thank you for being a powerful example of what a strong and true man can be. Your impact was felt. You influenced my life.” That is what I remember of my Uncle Tim.