Memories of Tim Eggert

In memory of

Tim Eggert

Boulder, CO, USA

December 1, 1971 - June 21, 2018

Dec 1, 1971 - Jun 21, 2018

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Ben Eggert

Happy Birthday Tim! I miss you.

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Danielle Clearwater

Boulder, CO, USA

I think this was Halloween, but it’s dated January 2004……so who knows, maybe Tim was just dressing up 🙂

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Mary Miller

I didn't have the benefit of knowing Tim, except through his father's eyes. John and I have been colleagues for many years, and I still remember the first time that John spoke of his creative, talented, free-spirited son. I am thinking of Tim today and John, and I know for sure that his family dearly loved Tim, and his absence leaves a big hole.

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Ellen Jo Roberts

1994, Badlands National Park, South Dakota, USA

Winter camping in the Badlands, waiting for his coffee. Tim was the first person I ever met who owned a coffee press, and of course he had one for camping, too.

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Ellen Jo Roberts

1994, Boulder, CO, USA

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Monika (Mo) Bunting

Telluride, CO, USA

Tim taking his time :)

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Monika (Mo) Bunting

Jamestown, CO, USA

Mo and Tim

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Monika (Mo) Bunting

2013, Telluride, CO, USA

Monika and Tim

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Monika (Mo) Bunting

Colorado, USA

I've thought about what I wanted to write on Tim's memorial for some time. Honestly, I can't do justice to what his friendship meant to me through writing, but tonight it just kinda hit me in the gut. The stars, music in the car...a tune he would have loved. I've known Tim for over 20 years, first meeting him at the lot at the Boulderado. Conversations moved on, starting at the core of our beings...Tim was always real, always himself. We had lots of adventures together, but my favorites were always when he pulled out a hammock in the middle of a mountain bike ride to stop and just be. He was so brilliant at that, and I frankly haven't always been- thank you Tim always for these reminders! He would see opportunities to appreciate the smallest, most intricate moments and find peace and beauty in them. Thank you Tim, for all the laughter and deep, meaningful conversations. I always felt like I could be real with you, myself as a flawed, messy human, because you gave me the space and grace to be whomever and wherever I needed to be. I will miss your amazing gifts and promise to slow down and see, really SEE, and honor your presence in my life as long as this earth will have me. Miss you so much!

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Rob Liano

2010, Isla Mujeres, Quintana Roo, Mexico

Tim sits in to save our wedding music.

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Rob Liano

2004, Oahu, Hawaii, USA

Sunrise surf

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Rob Liano

New York, NY, USA

After Hours in Manhattan

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Catherine Houston

2014, Boulder, CO, USA

On Flagstaff with Mom

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Catherine Houston

2018, Boulder, CO, USA

Tim, our beautiful magic music man...

Timothy John Eggert, you are extraordinary. There’s nothing ordinary about you, and everything feels extraordinary when with you. Ingenious, innovative, there were few moments when you weren’t birthing something new into being, or tending to its growth. Music, light shows, filming, garden experiments, culinary inventions, the infinite kaleidoscoping of the ever transforming spaces around you.

I remember my very first time being at your house: we stayed in the living room for a quick second before we were climbing up onto your roof, barefoot, kombuchas in hand, to get a front row seat of the world. This is what being with you always feels like: unexpected, creative, playful, exploring the familiar in unfamiliar ways.

Loyal friend, open-hearted, wild sensualist, live wire, raw nerve.

Artist, beautiful mind, opening windows of perception, weaving thoughts into brilliant tapestries for those you let come close.

So kind, caring, pure of heart, integrity-filled, utterly conscientious.

Steward of the children and animals and all things innocent and vulnerable; steward of goodness, things pure of heart and those things gentle, subtle and wide.

“Inappropriate” in all of the right ways.

I will think of you when the moon bathes us in a quiet, other-worldly mystery and magic; sleepless nights, imagining your tender, sweet, heart-full voice singing us a lullaby to soothe and pacify; now, as the sun hits the dark ocean, interrupting its darkness with moments of hopeful light; and any time I become so present that the world becomes vivid, strange, mysterious, and Timothy-filled.

I am wishing you a world without tinnitus, playing music in the sun with your friends, gentle breeze through your hair, laughing, loving, free—

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Catherine Houston

2014, Boulder, CO, USA

Playing music in the sunshine

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Catherine Houston

2014, Boulder, CO, USA

Ella and the Easter Tim

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Catherine Houston

2014, Winter Park, CO, USA

Skate Skiing

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Catherine Houston

2013, Boulder, CO, USA

Realization Point: riding Tim's motorcycle up Flagstaff for views...

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Catherine Houston

2014, Boulder, CO, USA

All things good in this world: Tim, making music with friends, puppies...

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Karla Eggert

2011, Annandale, VA, USA

Happy 4th Tim

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Ben Eggert

That was awesome star spangled banner.

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T.J. McIntyre

2018, Crested Butte, CO

Happy 4th of July, from Tim!
https://www.youtube.com/watch…

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Catherine Finley

Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care. Leave but don't leave me. Look around and choose your own ground. Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry. - Pink Floyd

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Ben Eggert

Aunt Laurie Eggert

After Tim moved to Boulder, I didn’t see him often…just family events like weddings and funerals, when family gets together to reinforce the ties that bind. Even though I didn’t see him a lot I knew that he was my family; I felt his presence in our family fabric. Although I won’t see him at future family events, his essence—his Tim-ness—will stay with me for the rest of my life. It didn’t take much contact for Tim to make an impression.

Tim’s essence included his father’s quiet introspection and love of music, his mother’s warmth and innate ability to make others comfortable and welcome, his sister’s goofiness and willingness to see things from a different perspective. Other parts came from God Knows Where, perhaps friends.

I admired his adventuresome nature, reflecting his father’s sometimes intense focus on biking (or other ventures) to extremes, but broadening his father’s horizon by taking him hang gliding and getting him to play something other than ragtime on the piano.

I observed his warmth and kindness many times, seeing how he related to significant others, including his grandmother. When she was in the nursing home, he sent her photos of his adventures printed out on 8 ½ x 11 paper so she could see them easily, and scrawled something on the back to tell her about his latest adventure--as of 2004, Crested Butte, Colorado was one of his “favorite places in the world.” She kept many of them, with her handwritten notations of when she had received them. Years later as she lay dying in that same nursing home, Tim quietly played his guitar next to her bed, knowing that music can soothe spirits and make a connection when conversation cannot.

His goofiness? Well you just have to look at some of those photos that have been posted. When he was in high school, his Christmas present to each member of his family, including his grandparents and great aunt, was crazily striped knee-high socks with toes. He shared much with Karla, even a pair of her dangly purple earrings. Christmas devolved into opportunities to practice catching olives tossed from toes to mouth, and for younger cousins to attack older ones, with Tim was willing to play his part as the oldest boy cousin. When he sent his grandmother some photos, he gave his return address as Timsy-Bimsy because he knew she would laugh when he called himself by a silly nickname my father had used when Tim was little.

So the Tim-ness remains with me and my family. I wish he were still here so that we could all get another dose of it, but we will have to content ourselves with the gifts that he has given us.

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Angelika Ilina

Boulder, CO, USA

I’m writing this on top of the Sanitas trail...Tim was a good soul that passed on too soon... He left a big imprint on my life, and I am grateful to him for it. We had a lot of adventures together - a 3-week motorcycle trip to Baja, Mexico; Cuba; sailing in the Pacific with captain Mike; windsurfing and getting certified in scuba diving in Belize; and many more - I fell in love with the Caribbean and bought a motorcycle as a result. He encouraged me to start my own business - I celebrated the 15-year anniversary of my business a week ago. I moved back to Boulder because he lived here at the time. He was well-read and instilled the love of the New Yorker magazine in me. We had many great discussions about multitude topics. He was very good at and dedicated to anything he tried to do - getting his real estate license, day trading, sales, playing music, gardening, etc. His memory lives on in the lives of his friends, family, and lovers whose lives he impacted.

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