Timothy Paul Simpson
Timothy Paul Simpson , age 37, entered into eternal rest on June 6, 2016. Loving father of Timothy, Aurora and Caden; son of Jerry and the late Carol (nee Zgonc); Fiance Jen; brother of Jerry Jr., David, Charles and George; son-in-law of Jill Simpson and friend to many. All Services Private. REST IN PEACE MY LOVING SON.
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“Loving father”
As I am his first born and he decided to act as if I’ve never existed. After reading what Timothy jr. had to say I decided to add to it as well. It seems as though it was a blessing that my “father” decided not to be in my life shortly after my second birthday. I’m sure most of his family doesn’t remember or know about me.
As I prepare to have my first child come into this world I am at least confident to know that her father will never abandon her as Timothy Sr. had abandoned me as a small child. I am blessed to say any accomplishments in my life were no thanks to him.
-Your first born child
This is an awful way to speak to one another however I’m your half sister and am wondering if there’s any possible way to get in contact. As he did with both you and Tim he left me when I was around 4. I’d love to be able to speak to you and learn more of who you are if you’re willing to do so.
I can second what Aurora replied below. We’d both love to get in contact with you and seemingly complete the triangle of our missing siblings given the opportunity.
I’ve thought about saying a thing or two since the day I learned of his passing. I lost this man as a father when I was 4 years old, when he walked put the door for the last time. 12 years later I had a dream about him. (He sat on a couch folding clothes and I walked up to him and asked “Why?”) Nothing came of it in the dream, but I decided when I woke up, that I wanted to meet him again to see if things would be different at that age. That was 1 week prior to him taking his life, and stripping the opportunity from me once more to know my father. It took having a dream about him last night (where he was always in view but out of reach) to decide to come back to this page. It hurts to see the words “Loving father” when I never knew the man that was so loving. Rather, I have the memories from a scared 3-4 yo’s perspective. Memories of Tim and his friends laughing as they threatened to cut my fingers off. Memories of getting smacked in the left hand by a paintball, that came from the slingshot in his hands, in his garage; after waking up in the middle of the night, scared and alone in the dark house to find him there in his garage. Memories of being left in the cart alone in an aisle at the store, because he thought it was funny when I was scared and in tears. Memories of being made fun of by him and his friends for being a “mama’s boy” because I hated being scared so often and wanted to go back home. Not to mention any other time where he’d turn off all the lights and hide with the mask I was terrified of, creeping around the house as I wandered, cried, and called out for him, despite him being the one I was scared of.
It’d be wrong for me to not mention the 1 fond memory I have of him after his mother and my grandmother who loved me dearly passed away. We were outside at night, and pointed to the brightest star he could find and told me, that was her looking down and watching over us. The only time I can think of where he put comfort into me instead of fear.
Things could have always been worse, he didn’t beat me and I still have all 10 fingers. But to say he was a loving father brings me anger and pain to this day. It pains me waking up from dream that he’s in and knowing that I won’t see him and I will never be able to ask the million dollar question “why?” Tim played the biggest part in a boy not having his father not once but twice.
My condolences go to the people who DID get to know him, despite not even being informed of my “loving father’s” private services.
I’m thankful for what he has provided me by providing nothing. I’m happy to be the man I am today. I am happy to be the FATHER that I am today, because every day that I’m with my son, I remind myself to be the father I wish I had.
Rest in Peace to my “Loving Father” Timothy Simpson Sr
Baby Timmy.. please call me, im your cousin.. 216.356.8775. would love to talk to you please.
Our Love and Prayers are with you during this trial. Parents are not supposed to bury children.
Dear Jerry and Jill
So sorry for Your loss,
Our Prayers are with You and all of your family. So difficult.
With Love,
Claire and Gary
So sorry to hear of your loss. It is hard to lose a love one, he is with God, you will see him one day.
I never knew Tim but my husband and I are very close friends with his step mother and his father jerry there two wonderful people and if Tim had a oz. Of his dads blood I can guarentee he was a great man , so being said out deepest condolences go out to the family of Jerry Simpson R.I.P.Tim amen
I am so sorry for your loss.I love you Uncle Jerry.
So sorry for your loss I worked with Tim at Invacare he was one of the nicest guys I’ve met he will be truly missed
Dave & Family, Deepest Sympathy to all of you at this trying time. Keep the faith. Big hugs.
Grandma Campana
Our thoughts and prayers are with you all. May God’s loving arms wrap around you and comfort you now and in the time ahead.
We are so sorry for your loss. God Bless you and your family.
Dave and The Simpson family, We are sending our heart felt sympathy to all of you. During this difficult time try to focus on the all the good memories. God Bless all of you. Sincerely, Peggy & David and Katelyn Leaver. (Dave, I’m here for you if you need me.)
Praying for family and friends of Tim during this difficult time.