In Memory of Timothy Robeck

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Sometimes goodbye’s the only way…..

I’ll be missing you Timmy 😢.

Love,
Jojo

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I met Tim Robeck in early 2018. My wife and I had just rented a small house in West High Point, and after ten years of apartment living, I was extremely enthusiastic about making the most of our small yard, planning a vegetable garden. Tim was staying with the family living next door, and one spring day as we were both in our respective backyards, we found immediate common ground in a discussion of vermicomposting techniques. Tim was more than a gardener, he was a backstreet botanist practically, and that’s really how our friendship began. We really could not have been two more different people, he was tall and lean with a head of long blonde hair, he looked like Thor if Thor had traded in his hammer for an electric guitar. I looked like… well lets just say I was bald and could stand to loose a few pounds.
Our backgrounds were even more disparate. I grew up in a loving and stable home, never wanting for anything… a privileged life that protected me from many of the harsh realities that I will admit to experiencing much later on. Tim had lived a hard life and had been a hard person. Crime had been a part of his life as long as he could remember, he looked out for himself and when someone crossed him, he made sure to get even. But by the time I met him, there was something else defining him. The plastic tube shunted into his shoulder where they administered Dialysis three times a week. Tim had kidney disease, when he was diagnosed, he was in level 5 kidney failure. He needed a transplant ultimately to live. When we met, he was 38 years old.
I had not made a friend in a long time. Most of the ones I had, were remnants from my High School days, and any connection that I had with them was due more to our shared history than anything else. As Tim and I grew to know each other, we found more and more commonalities, despite how different our backgrounds were. When he had to end his housing arrangement he pitched a tent in our backyard, and it was in those days that we really developed a friendship like I had not had with anyone in a very long time. We shared stories, watched movies, laughed at life’s absurdities and rocked out to classic 90’s grunge. Mostly we just hung out together, always though with that specter of his declining health in the shadows around the good times, and intruding more directly as I tried to help him in what became an unending battle to receive the health care he needed.
Tim showed me that people can change. He did not make any excuses for things that he had done in his life, he chose to regret, and where he could not heal the harm that he had done, he tried to balance that history by acting differently in the present. He was even willing to accept his illness as some kind of consequence of the things he had done in the past, some kind of karmic payment. He still had a temper, he still said exactly the wrong thing to the wrong people, often those people were doctors. In the years that followed the struggle became not just for life but also for dignity. I can see the other side as well; I even emphasize with the people tasked with providing care for him who objected to his language or his attitude. But I won’t excuse them. He was denied care because not simply because he could be difficult or abrasive, he was denied care because he could be difficult and abrasive, and he was poor. Tim was not unreasonable. He wanted to be listened to, and when he wasn’t , he got angry. That should not have made him any less deserving of decent Health Care, but it did.
I have many great memories of Tim, all packed into what really is a very short span of years. His easy laugh, that wide rock star grin he had, those iconic moments when that certain song queued up in the playlist and the volume went all the way up and the windows went down on a hot summer North Carolina day. Those moments of appreciative wonder as nature threw us something beautiful to look at or decided to indulge us with witnessing some secret spectacle, like a ground snake birthing 14 live little baby snakes or the sudden appearance of a mammoth sized praying mantis. The simple pleasures of waiting on a charcoal barbecue to ash over with a cold beer. His stories of tricked out cars with custom sound systems matched with my tales of overclocked processors and the time my computer actually caught fire. We had many good times. I will always remember them.
In the end, I was not there for Tim. Covid and his increasingly complicated health care needs forced something of a break in our friendship, but he still called me “Brother” the last time I saw him. It has been a couple months though. He called me and I didn’t call him back that day, I procrastinated, I forgot. I had a sense that he needed more than I could give him, I chose to not answer, rather than say no. I’ll always regret that. Tim passed away in Hospice care several days ago. I wish I had seen him; wish I had been there. Knowing that I could have been, but wasn’t, is something I will never let myself forget. I hope he knows, that I am sorry I was not there. I’m sorry he died. I’m sorry he never got to meet my daughter face to face. He was a good person, he was my friend. I wish him peace.
I miss you, Tim

Timothy Ryan Robeck (42) passed at Hospice Home of High Point, NC on Wednesday, May 10th after a long 6 year battle on dialysis with End Stage Renal Disease.

Born September 13, 1980, Tim was born and raised in Minnesota where he grew up with a passion for the outdoors. He loved fishing and camping and was a natural survivalist with a strong connection to nature and a green thumb. Tim loved music and cars and lived life on his terms. He had so much love for his family and moved to North Carolina in December of 2015 to be closer to his mom, sister, brother in law, nephew, and soon to be new nephew. He was an animal lover and doggy dad to his devoted Bhodi. With a passion and flair for art, he was an amazing sketch artist, and over the years he perfected his style and later learned the skill of tattooing. Tim was incredibly talented in everything he set his mind to. He loved with his entire being, and fought his illness with Superman-like strength. Due to his unwavering will, he was able to live, and to find love and joy in his final years thanks to a wonderful family who advocated for and supported him. We thank you so much for that, Lenora Sparks & family. We would also like to thank Joshua Johnson & family, Frances Sieber, Archie, and Tim Viana da Mota for your love, help, friendship, and support throughout the years. Timothy thought of you all as family and loved you so much.

Tim is survived by his sister Mandy Sullivan Miller (Cecil) of Greensboro, NC Brother Alex Jensen of ND; many nieces and nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and other relatives.

Tim was preceded in death by his mother Deborah Kae Sullivan; brother Cory Alan Tollefson; grandparents Herbert and Betty Gahler.

Blessed be his memory, let his light forever shine. Remember to pay it forward with kindness.

H.O.P.E. Hold on, pain ends. You are loved.

A celebration of life will be held at a future date.