Timothy Jason Grubbs
1947 - 2025
Timothy Jason Grubbs
January 13, 1947 – March 15, 2025
Timothy Jason Grubbs, surrounded by his family, passed on March 15, 2025. He was born in Winston-Salem, NC and is survived by his wife Vicky Grubbs, son Timothy Grubbs, daughter, Kimberly Georgeff, and daughter-in-law Dawn Grubbs. He also had 3 grandchildren who loved him, Hunter Grubbs, Delaney Georgeff and Chris Jenna Georgeff. Tim lived his life to the fullest, always having fun and laughing. He loved to travel with his wife, always up for a road trip, even if it was just on a Sunday afternoon taking the long way home. He enjoyed spending his time with his friends and never turned down an opportunity to be with his family having a meal. He was one of the original “American Pickers”, he surely loved his old cars. He was loved and will be missed by us all!
Grubby, I keep thinking about you and how sick you were. I keep remembering how much pain you were in and how hard it was for you to even get through the day. I remember sitting on your couch with you while you lay there, tired and hurting, and I did not know what to do. I just wanted to be near you. I wanted you to feel less alone even if there was nothing I could do to make the pain stop. Those moments we shared on the couch are the ones I remember most clearly because it was just you and me and the quiet, and I could feel everything you were feeling even if I could not say it out loud.
When you died I did not cry. I felt numb. At first I hated myself for that. I thought that if I truly loved you I would have broken down, I would have screamed or fallen apart, but I did not. For a long time I wondered if that meant I did not care enough. I thought I had failed you. I realize now that numbness was my way of holding myself together, but it still makes me feel guilty.
I think about all the things I never got to do with you. I think about all the conversations I never had, all the questions I never asked, and all the things I wanted to share with you but never did. I imagined that one day we would sit together and laugh, talk about life, or even argue over something silly, but that day never came. I wanted more time with you. I wanted to really know you in the ways I could not. Those opportunities are gone forever.
I keep seeing you on that couch. I keep remembering how sick you were, how fragile you looked, and how you tried to hide your pain to make everyone else feel better. It breaks me to think about how much you suffered and how powerless I felt. I wish I could have done more to make you comfortable. I wish I could have hugged you tighter, held your hand longer, or just stayed by your side even when I did not know what to say.
Even though I did not cry when you died I loved you. I always have. I always will. That love has never gone away even if I did not show it in the way I thought I should. I miss you more than I can put into words. I miss your presence, your voice, your laugh, and even the quiet moments that were just you and me. I wish I could turn back time and be with you in those last days, to let you know how much I cared.
It has started to hit me fully now that you are gone and that you are not coming back. That realization is heavy. It is crushing in a way that makes my chest feel tight and my stomach hurt. I wish I could have done more. I wish I could have spent more time learning from you, hearing your stories, and being near you in ways that matter. I wish I could have told you everything I wanted to say before it was too late.
Sitting on that couch with you, watching you be sick and in pain, I did not always know how to act. I felt small and helpless. I did not always say what I wanted to say. I did not always show you the love I felt, but I hope you knew it somehow. I hope that in the quiet, you felt me caring. I hope you knew that even if I was numb or scared, my love for you was real.
Grubby, I miss you in ways I cannot explain. I hate that you suffered. I hate that I cannot go back. I love you more than I can ever say. I hope that somehow, wherever you are, you know that. You will always be with me in my memory, in my heart, and in the ways that I carry your love forward.
-Your Granddaughter, CJ