Tim has left the building

TRIBUTES

A heartfelt thank you to Blair Teasdale and the team at the Green Hills Crye - Lieke in Nashville for all their assistance & support.

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Check out a song written by Tim and Dave Rosenthal -performed by Greg Guilfoil:

• Ghost Town - A song Tim wrote

Goodbye brother Tim…for now.Thank you for being my brother and all the wonderful experiences you afforded me along the way. You were always fun, light hearted and kind to me in life and I appreciate this!You are loved and remembered always as the maker of Pasqual’s - the best Mexican ever found in my world.Thank you for sharing my world and I wish you god speed and joy on your journey back to source - I hope it's amazing.Love you, Jean Marie #7

Ten years ago, when Tim was 57 and his mother was turning 80 years, he wrote a story titled A Full House for her biography.He ended it with “Mom just could not get enough of being there for people and for us. She just wasn’t happy unless she had more than enough people to take care of. And she did. And we all love her for it.”Tim shared himself generously too, and now can join with her in her Practical Magic words: “We feel life has been a great privilege.” (p.76)
We give thanks to them both.Brian Donovan

#2 not only were you my Big Brother, you were my friend, confidant, mentor and the best Boss I ever had.The creation of Pasqual's salsa and then the restaurants will always hold the best part of my heart and cherished memories of you.Working for you, whether in the restaurant or delivering salsa to the grocery stores, truly shaped me for who I am today. My passion for food and people are what keeps me going and these I learned from you and so many others I met along the way through Pasqual's.Your gift of creating such amazing food and music will continue to shine through us all, and your love of dogs and country music will live on in me.No one will ever make my favorite Mole like you did. Thank you from the bottom my Heart for Everything Tim.
I will always Love you.Joyce Guilfoil #8

GRATITUDETo be thankful widens the expression of your heart, and increases your ability to nourish the good in and around you.

Tim loved to work on Bicycles . He fixed all my grandkids and their friends bikes. But, he loved Gracie Mae more. As Gracie got older she was miserable with anyone but me or Tim. Actually, she might have choose Tim over me.....but that was because he feed her homemade chicken everyday. I couldn't compete.Tim loved real estate. People would call him that didn't even work with him on issues with deeds and land problems. He always had an answer who to talk to at the courthouse or elsewhere.He would drive me all over TN and tell me who lived where and the history. Math, I can't even begin to tell you how many math puzzles I would give him thinking I could stump him. Nope, he always figured them out, without googling. I didn't know he could play the piano for years. One day we were at a restaurant and he sat down and starting playing. He was so talented at every instrument. I really don't know anything he couldn't do. He was a handyman. He didn't. but I think.he could have built a house.But, talking through the years his biggest regret was not spending enough time with his son. But, his eyes lit up when he would tell me Sammy's accomplishments. He was a marine. I remember him telling me "Yea, he's a marine" if I didn't learn anything else from him it would be
"Be more intentional" Don't go through life not letting people know your heart.
Tim was one of 9 siblings!! He would tell me stories growing up in a big family. The Good, the Bad and the funny. Things that at one time seemed so bad became funny. We would laugh and laugh.Tim started watching Pastor Charles Stanley on Sundays. He would ask me deep Questions that we would ponder. We would always agree that "The main thing is the main thing" don't over complicated it.He knew the plan of Salvation through Jesus. That comforts my heart more than anything.I'll miss your wisdom and heart. See you later.Janet

LOVEThe essence of contentment and the foundation of serenity. Love is the activation of your spirit reaching out to make connections. It overcomes grief, harbors no ill will and heals all separation.

Collaboration and Tim were synonymous. I can hardly think of anything about him that was not done in the spirit of teamwork and a joint effort. He relished making use of and supporting another’s talents and possibilities. Even as little boys growing up we usually got into trouble together.There are few things in life more precious than when someone sees the potential in you and sets you on a path to accomplish something. I feel it’s really why we come here over so many lifetimes of leaving buildings, building new buildings and filling them with deeds done well and not so well. I remember reading once that the origin of the phrase “leaving the building” had to do with Elvis and the passion his audiences had for an encore. To calm the crowd they would say he left the building.So what will Tim do for an encore? He may have left the building that began one cold January day 67 years ago but he is certainly collaborating with many now planning for the next act, the next warm song, the next poetic adventure.Society will only advance in a positive direction with collaboration. Way back someone set about to build a new building, he called it a New Jerusalem, a new Kingdom... lots of always changing names. Doing things arrogantly, selfishly, in the mood of narcissism so dangerously dominant today, might give you the world. But I feel Tim sought another world. Tim carries with him now the tools of community building he picked up and played with while here with us, the skills of collaboration.I look forward to continually collaborating with my brother Tim (and lots of other brothers and sisters) in lots of big old goofy worlds to come.Peace brother!Christopher James Guilfoil
Eugene, Oregon

A Tribute to My Big Brother, TimTim was my big brother—#2 in our family, while I was #9—the youngest. And though the years between us were many, and the distance in geography great, the connection we shared was still there shaped by food, laughter and music.From the start, Tim was larger than life. He was the kind of brother who took risks, who never shied away from adventure, who saw the world not just for what it was, but for what it could be. He built things—connections, memories, and even my first ten-speed bike, crafted from scratch at Yellow Jersey on State St in Madison. To me, it was more than a bike—it was freedom, a gift from a brother who wanted me to experience life the way he did, with wide eyes and endless possibility.His generosity was boundless. He hosted my college graduation party, filled our holidays with warmth, and opened his home—and his heart—to offer the family a place to gather.But nowhere was his love for community more evident than at Pasqual’s, the Southwestern Mexican restaurant he started with his former wife, Libby. Pasqual’s wasn’t just a business—it was a space where families, friends, and neighbors came together. It was built on the same foundation that Tim lived by: connection, and the joy of sharing good food with good people. Many of us in the family worked there at some point, making it more than just a restaurant—it was a cornerstone of our lives, a symbol of the togetherness Tim created.Tim was music. He was guitars, pianos, banjos, and an unbeatable playlist that played on repeat—I especially recall the song by Patsy Cline heard on repeat at Pasqual’s on Atwood, “Oh Stop the World and Let Me Off" drifting through the air. He was an avid songwriter. He loved country music and could piece together a decent ditty. I hope we can discover and share all these with each other in the future.He had a sharp wit, a way of looking at life with humor and thoughtfulness. He never took things too seriously, but he understood the moments that mattered. He reminded me—reminded all of us—that life is meant to be shared, and that the best memories are the ones made together.Tim, my big brother, was a builder—of community, of joy, of connection. And while he may not be here in the way I wish he was, I see him in the moments that still surround me: in the rhythm of a song, in the laughter of a shared meal, in the quiet understanding that these memories don’t fade—but live on.One of my most treasured memories is from 2009, when Tim met my daughter, Greta. She was only six months old, but in the photo from that day, she is looking up at him—just as I always had. That single image carries so much: the admiration, the love, the connection that spanned generations. Even though she may not remember that moment, I always will. That look, that presence—it was Tim, being the big brother I had always known, the presence who shaped my world and, for just a moment, touched hers too.I miss you, Tim. I celebrate you. And I hold onto the pieces of you that will always be a part of me.Meg

To #2  from #3.  Well Groundhog Day will never be the same.  Oh Tim.  I will sure miss you !!  I am so proud to have had you for my 1 year older brother.I know where ever you are you are soaring high.  What comes to mind is this  " To seek out new life and new civilizations , to boldly go where no man has gone before." One of your favorite lines from one of your favorite shows.Thank you Tim for your love of family, food, friends, music and dogs. Not sure if I have that in the right order. Clint, Ed and King - all names of your first dog - a Rhodesian Ridgeback.
Hank, your chocolate lab, your black lab whose name escapes me and finally your and Janet's Gracie, you were a dog lover like no other.I imagine when you approached the pearly gates not only was mom, dad and Sarah there to greet you - but all your dogs running to  lick  your face.Your impact on our family dynamic, Madison and Nashville  communities is immense.  I will sure miss you Tim !!!!Love always from #3.