Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Timmy and I played little league baseball together as kids, and you couldn't ask for a better teammate. He played second base, and I dug out his low throws at first. I've told this story a hundred times already: About 15 years ago, I got a phone call from Timmy. "Sully, you'll never guess where I am. I'm sitting in your dad's chair." My dad, who passed about a decade before, was a mortician. "God, Timmy, I'm so sorry. Who died?" Timmy responded, "No, I work here now as a mortician." That revelation took my breath away. My family was so grateful to know that Timmy had found strength in his faith and heeded the call to service. And that's the lasting memory I will have of him: a fun kid to have known while growing up, and an amazing man who listened to his heart and helped others in their time of need. Godspeed, Timothy J. Haller. You were one in a million!
