Tim you will always be remembered warmly by how you showed the love of  Jesus Christ to everyone you came in contact with. You left the imprint of your caring compasion and love to the less fortunate, your concern for children,your passion for trains, your love of singing and praying for others. Now you have  reunited with you Mom and Dad and I am sure the Master will say "Well done my good and faithfull servant, come enter your rest." Love Ken & Bea

Rest in peace Tim.  You will be greatly missed.  Your love of God, family, trains, Orioles baseball and Ravens football  and shoes (of course) brought you joy and laughter here on earth.  Now in heaven you are back with your mom and dad and Jesus.  May you continue to bring joy and happiness to those in heaven as you did here on earth.   Love always,  Janet and Jack

May God be with you now.  I am sure you are much happier that you are with your Mom and Dad.  I will miss the times that we spent together.  
Love,

It was my pleasure to meet Tim just a few years ago at Oak Crest Village. Tim was such a joyful singer.  He knew many songs by heart and often knew the original singer.  A detailed artist, Tim made dozen of pictures and shared them gladly with others.  He will be missed by his many friends.  Blessings and sympathy to all the family.

2 Peter 1:2
Grace and peace be yours in abundance through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.  Tim there are no tears in Heaven and surely none will complain of your praises to the Lord.  Knowing the Lord has touched you and brought a smile to your lips.  We will always remember our last time together.  Peace is yours and your Mother will surely be pleased to see you again.

Tim you were a true blessing while you were on this earth and now you will be one from heaven. My thoughts and condolences are with your family. 

With Love, 

Theresa M. Johnson

Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

By John Donne
<a target="_blank" href="http://poetryfoundation.org/index.html">The Poetry Foundation</a>

With loving memories of our cousin Tim.
His beautiful vocal solo of the Lord's Prayer will surely earn him a place in the heavenly choir.  Peace to you Tim.
Our love,
Clare and 'George'

May God bless you Tim.  You are now with your Mom and Dad again.  Maybe you and your Dad can build a new train garden in heaven. 

Love you and will miss you.

Tom and Evelyn

Tim will rest in peace. My favorite memory are the dates we had at Boumi Temple. And always the shoes!

OBITUARY

Richard Timothy Allen

February 27, 1942 – November 28, 2012

Lemmon Funeral Home of Dulaney Valley Inc.

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