Monica Ortiz
When I first met Tim I was probably about 18 years old, the first time Bobby had taken me to Fredonia to meet the rest of his family. In walks Tim at Ted and Lois’s, smiling that big smile and carrying a big Manx cat calm as can be with gloves on (should have been my first clue). He came straight to me and said “You want to pet my Kitty” and of course, Im like sure. As I lean in to pet the cat it about takes my arm and hand off. Thats when I heard it, the fun laugh all of us are gonna miss hearing when we gather. After that anytime we gathered he would always ask me with that big smile and laugh “You wanna pet my kitty”. Tim was a good one, always made you feel welcome and wasn’t afraid to spark up a conversation. The world was a better place with him in it. Much love and many prayer for everybody who loves him today and in all the moments of missing him.
