knife to my heart
Timothy R. Deshaies, 29, of Tempe, AZ, passed away July 18, 2006 in Tempe. A celebration of Tim's life will be held on Saturday, July 22 at 2:00 p.m. at Tempe Mortuary, 405 E. Southern Ave., Tempe, AZ. Interment will be private. Contributions may be made in Tim's name to Friends for Life Animal Sanctuary, 143 W. Vaughn Ave., Gilbert, AZ 85233. Tempe Mortuary handling arrangements.
Published in The Arizona Republic on 7/20/2006.
This is a terrible tragedy. Tim was one of the most amazing people I had ever met. I met him through his volunteer work at the Modified, and after many hours of intense conversation, I decided he was the man I wanted to marry.
Yesterday I attended his funeral. I don't think I will ever feel the same, the world will never seem the same. Tim questioned everything, and was very infuluentual in my life. He taught me to see things in a different way, and appriciated so many of the little things.
They read one of his poems about death at the service, and that was when I lost it. Hearing his words weakened my heart and tongue. I was at a loss for words. I wanted to tell the world what they are missing out on. I wanted to share with his friends and family that his life wasn't in vain. That he had been there for me, and so many others so often. He has such a deep understanding of life, and maybe that is what killed him. Maybe life comes to an end just when you start to figure things out. Maybe that is the plan.
Maybe, as cliche as is seems, the world wasn't ready for him. Maybe he wasn't ready for the world. He will definately be missed. I wish my words and thoughts were as good as his.
Published in The Arizona Republic on 7/20/2006.
This is a terrible tragedy. Tim was one of the most amazing people I had ever met. I met him through his volunteer work at the Modified, and after many hours of intense conversation, I decided he was the man I wanted to marry.
Yesterday I attended his funeral. I don't think I will ever feel the same, the world will never seem the same. Tim questioned everything, and was very infuluentual in my life. He taught me to see things in a different way, and appriciated so many of the little things.
They read one of his poems about death at the service, and that was when I lost it. Hearing his words weakened my heart and tongue. I was at a loss for words. I wanted to tell the world what they are missing out on. I wanted to share with his friends and family that his life wasn't in vain. That he had been there for me, and so many others so often. He has such a deep understanding of life, and maybe that is what killed him. Maybe life comes to an end just when you start to figure things out. Maybe that is the plan.
Maybe, as cliche as is seems, the world wasn't ready for him. Maybe he wasn't ready for the world. He will definately be missed. I wish my words and thoughts were as good as his.