My dear friend, Tim Hendrix, passed in July 2023. He was a week shy of being 59 years old. His illness was long, terrifying, vicious and unrelenting. It was incredibly hard to watch his dreams die. This is my eulogy to be presented on 9/23/24.
Welcome and
thank you for being here today. Your presence and witness not only honor Tim,
but are a balm, support and accompaniment to the grief of everyone in this room.
I recognize Tim’s family, the many friends who served as Tim’s family during
his illness, and especially Tim’s partner and fiancé, Mahmod Eslami, who joins
us via livestream from Italy.
My name is
Amber. I am a friend of Tim’s. We met in the hallway outside this room more
than 20 years ago. We shared meals, laughter, sadness, a love of fashion, and
most enjoyably, we shared in making music together in this room. He lovingly
watched my daughter grow up, encouraged her, wrote glowing reference letters
for her, and performed her wedding ceremony. Tim was family.
If I asked
you to raise your hand if you were also Tim’s friend, I expect all of you would
raise your hands. If I asked you to raise your hand if you thought of Tim as a
very close friend, almost all of you would raise your hand.
Tim had an
enviable gift; a gift of making friends and being a friend.
When Tim
asked me to be his partner on his medical journey, I began attending many
office and hospital visits with him. Each place we went, Tim started making
friends. The second time we visited an office, the staff knew him by name and
greeted him with a smile.
I started
paying close attention to how Tim effortlessly did this. He started by really
seeing a person. He acknowledged them personally. He accepted them for who they
presented themselves to be. He was honest with them. He remembered them
whenever we returned. He encouraged them when they shared with him.
As a friend
of Tim’s, I expect you experienced much the same as the people who provided
Tim’s medical care.
Tim met us
where we were and saw us for who we are. He didn’t ask us to be anything less
or more.
Tim joined
in our sorrows, our triumphs, and in our indomitable task of day-to-day living
in this world.
Tim saw us;
he accepted us; he loved us.
Tim, like
all of us, had his faults. But I think his primary motivation was seated in
love. Accepting people where they are requires an act of lovingkindness. Truly
seeing people requires a deep understanding of the human condition. Loving
others requires giving of yourself.
One time in
the hospital, we asked him if he wanted anything. He was suffering greatly and
coming to terms with his terminal condition. His reply in the midst of this
was, “I just want everyone to love everyone else.”
PEPPER
STARTS PLAYING “ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE”
As a friend
of Tim’s, he saw your melody and offered a harmony as he shared your lives.
He accompanied
us in the major keys of our joys and the minor keys of our sorrows.
When we
needed encouragement, he provided a supportive rhythm to help us keep moving
forward.
Tim helped
us sing our songs. We loved him for that.
PEPPER
LEADS CONGREGATION IN SINGING CHORUS