Tim's Fund

In memory of Tim Matthews

18 September 1975 - 6 June 2006

Fund page in honour of Tim MatthewsTim was a loving son, brother and uncle and a caring and loyal friend. We can only hope that he knows how much we all love and miss him dearly.

Tim’s early life showed every sign of a promising future. A keen and excellent golfer, he had a cheeky sense of humour and was also passionate about pop music and singing. He loved nothing more than to entertain people and make them happy.

Tragically, a ten-year struggle with a gradually increasing depression led to his own world becoming so full of darkness and paranoia that he could no longer bear it.

Eventually diagnosed as suffering from schizo-affective disorder, he became convinced that there was a conspiracy to set him up and frame him for all of the crimes committed in the world, everything from 9/11 to the death of Princess Diana. He was utterly convinced that, despite his innocence, he was to be made a scapegoat to set the world free from evil. He believed that everybody, including we, his family, knew this and were part of the plot. The only person he trusted, and then with significant periods of doubt, was his mother. He lived in a world of fear, believing that people were sending him signals so that he would know they believed the conspiracy and wanted to make him suffer.

Ironically, nothing could be further from the truth.  Tim’s morality and respect for the law was unmitigated and he could not live with the thought that people believed him capable of doing wrong.

For anybody that will listen AND BELIEVE

Tim wrote this poem probably in the last two weeks before his death, and we believe he would have wished it to be heard.

I am taking my innocence with me,
In my heart it will set me free
God knows all that has happened to me
And therefore will help me be free

I have never committed a crime
Just tried to make lines, like this, rhyme
No illegal, intended wrongs
Just tried to make poems, sing songs

So, please, as my pain fades away
Please understand I can’t stay
I need a new place to lay
I can finally find my way

Where no-one can bring me down
Or make my smile a frown
A Place where my soul will rest
For everyone, this will be best

Thank you for listening and believing

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