Tim Redovian Memorial Fund

Aaron Bokros, DCPA Classmate

"Anyone who ever crossed paths with Tim remembers him. You can see by the great multitude of people here today how many friends and people that he touched with his love and radiance. They know him from many places, from school, from church, from theatre, from GHP, from everywhere. We remember Tim from school, we remember him. We remember the Banana Republic pink shirt that made him look like a Bermuda tour guide and the brown shirt that he wore with khakis on the days that he wanted to look like a UPS man. And when he first came he had a huge pair of glasses which he below his eyes and then lowered his eyes and kind of freaked you out because he look like some 'crazed zombie'. He always used to have a bottle of Crystal Light with him that he’d freeze and all the syrup would rise up to the top. Tim loved that syrup but it seems that none of the rest of us could ever get a taste for it. It was so sour and nasty that I don’t think anyone besides Tim would like it. His crystal light was part of a lunch that his mother packed him every day usually consisted of a sandwich and a bagel and some grapes and some cream cheese on the bagel. He used to sell this lunch, piece by piece (laughter) piece by piece, and by the end of the day he’d end up with five or six dollars that he would use to spend on something else. But he’d always have the Oreos left over and in Latin class he’d eat the Oreos and have something stuck in his teeth and deliberately look at you and say 'Is there anything in my teeth'?

"And we’d be on stage and that’s where Tim loved to be. That’s the only place where he collected himself and he presented himself as the person that we all loved to watch on the stage and he created an atmosphere around him that none of us will ever forget. Tim always had a song for everything. Don’t forget Tim. Sing a song."