We said goodbye to Tim today.
I am writing this before his funeral but I know there will be thousands of people there, and I mean thousands of people.
Tim Dunne was taken from us tragically at the end of July while on holiday with his family cycling with his son Louis in Majorca. At this stage it seems he suffered a catastrophic heart attack, collapsed at the side of the road and never woke up.
I didn’t know Tim for so long, maybe eighteen months, but I watched him teach my children how to swim. I watched him teach boys how to play football. I watched him be the centre of the Triathlon world and know every single person that I ever met and influenced and touched their lives with light, humour and kindness.
I’ve not met many people like Tim.
After he had taught my kids to swim on Saturday mornings for a while we connected on the Triathlon thing and started to ride our bikes. Quickly, bizarrely quickly, we got to the deep stuff in the conversation – the stuff that really counts, the stuff you only get to with a very few people. Tim got it.
Tim got family and materialism and time and all of that, he just got it. He was 100% a family guy and he loved his wife and kids with all his heart.
He will be more than survived by them.
He leaves Ruby who’s eleven and Louis who’s thirteen who was with him when he collapsed and he leaves his wife Michelle.
He leaves me heartbroken and angry because we had so many things still to do - Callum and me and Louis and Tim and this has been taken all away.
If you read this tonight and you’re not in a similar situation then cast aside your worries and cast aside the niggles and go home and love your family because that’s what counts. Everything else goes towards that and none of the shiny stuff matters.
I can’t fix this.
I am a worse person for you not being here and I will miss you always.
Blog Post Number: 1045
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