I don’t really know how to start this, or really go about writing this, but I just feel like I should. And I don’t feel like I should in a self-serving kind of way, but in a respectful way to pay tribute to someone I admired, although I didn’t know him. Maybe tasteful is the word I’m looking for. I just know I’ve been through similar incidents with other people, and losing someone like Tim Allen hurts.
Really, I can’t believe it. Even after I saw the posts on his Facebook page, I still didn’t believe it. And even as I sent my goodbye and thanking him for supporting me, I don’t think I fully believed it to be true as I hit share. Which is something that’s hard enough to write when you’re still rendered speechless.
I barely knew what to think, but I looked around and looked for any idea, hint or clue that something was wrong. But there were no obvious signs from his final updates.
Then I finally started to accept the truth: he was gone.
I may not have met him, but from talking to Tim on Twitter or Facebook, I felt like I still knew him. Ultimately, I’ll remember the good times. The good times being the discussions about hoops, movies or whatever. I’ll remember winning a wager on the NBA Finals against his close friend @FemaleSportsLvr and Tim on Twitter that we unfortunately never had time to collect on. And if it weren’t for Tim, I wouldn’t have been so ready to build up Quincy Miller to you guys during the draft.
And it’s strange to see him pop up on my chat as a recently talked to person, and it will be stranger come basketball season to not have him and his unique brand of analysis around. I know I’m not the only one who will miss his generally sarcastic game previews, either. It will be different reading Canis Hoopus without Tim around, that’s for sure.
It’s also been sad-happy to see the outpouring of support and condolences on Twitter from people that likely never met him, but still had their lives affected by Tim. I mean, it’s great to see the impact he had on so many people, but sad in that we didn’t get to say it to him. I know that I appreciated the way Tim often supported my work and meant a lot to me that a writer of his ability and stature respected it enough to earn his endorsement. Unfortunately, aside from the occasional Follow Friday, I never really got the chance to let him know I admired him like I did.
Yet, this isn’t limited to basketball or writing. Somewhere, someone lost a family member, their best friend or someone important to them, and those are the people I really feel for. I mean, it’s hard not to get teary-eyed writing this, and we never met. But they’re not alone. None of us are. On some level, many of us are dealing with a loss.