Missing Tim

My wife lost her cousin last week.  Despite keeping himself in great shape his whole life, Tim suffered a brain aneurysm and died.  He was married, in his 50's, and touched a lot of folks.

While I didn't know him well at all, I certainly knew of him.  He was a gifted artist, and a teacher.  But more than that, he was one of the kindest and gentlest souls one could meet.  Upon seeing you, he'd always have a smile, and would ask sincere questions about your life and how you were getting along.  While the word "gentlemen" is entirely overused today, that label is exactly what applied to Tim.

Now we're left with the big question of why.  Why Tim?  Of all the people that take in the world, he was one of the ones that gave back.  He made things better, not worse.  Couldn't God have used Tim and his talents for a lot more here on Earth?  Where's the sense?

Alas, we know jack about any of that.  We can only take solace that what seems wildly unfair to us now will be better explained to us at some future time.

In the meantime, we miss Tim.  The world is darker because of his loss.  It's up to us to either leave it dark, or pick up the slack.  

I bet I know what Tim would want us to do.