REST IN PEACE - TIM MROCK

Tim and I were very close friends for many years. We had fallen apart in recent years and i only just heard of his passing today. We were no longer friends but the news brought back memories of all the great times we shared. I feel horrible for his wife, Krissy, and I pray for her and for the future of the business they built together. Tim was a true character. A truly memorable person who left his mark on everything he came in contact with. He was always innovative and entrepreneurial. He was extremely ambitious and didn’t quit. While we definitely disagreed on some things, and we were not friends in the end, the news of his passing still stung me at the core. I, admittedly, did not know the Tim Mrock who passed—after all, people can and often do change a great deal in a decade. What I can say is this, the Tim Mrock who was my best friend 25 years ago, I loved dearly. He will be greatly missed. 
Rest In Peace, my old friend. 
Keith Katsikas

kkatsikas ...

 Redemption is a miraculous thing. 

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I am not quite certain why I am even posting this response.  Maybe I just need to just let out what is trapped in my heart even though there is nobody there to hear or read this.  I found a photograph the other day.  It took me back some thirty one years ago.  Yes, 31 years, SHEESH.  It brought back fond memories.  The photo itself, had nothing to do with Tim.  The subject matter was a very rare picture of me.  Taken in the early 90's, I am sitting on an old Roycroft chair smoking a cigarette.  Tim would have laughed at this one especially if he knew who owned the chair (BJ).  Which, in turn tugged at my curiosity.  In turn, after all these years, I looked Tim up. I knew, with every fiber in my being, that if I picked up the telephone to call Tim, it would be nothing short of exhilarating. I felt my heart ache so when I read the news of his passing.  All of the joy and anticipation was lost in an instant.  His memory stuck in my head all day.  His effervescence, his voice and laughter, his intensity when he focused on ANYTHING, his appreciation of life and lust for learning.  After 31 years, these remain fresh in my mind and heart.  This is how I shall always remember him, with a tear and a smile.

Anne

He'll always be my favorite "what if."
Gave me his forever within the numbered days,
and I hear his voice every day. 
294~

K~