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Timothy Donald Pockat

March 14, 1983 December 2, 2013
Timothy Donald Pockat
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Timothy Donald Pockat, age 30 of Sayner, WI died on Monday, December 2, 2013 at Howard Young Medical Center in Woodruff, WI. Tim was born on March 14, 1983 in Sayner, WI the son of Ronald and Mitzi Pockat. Tim graduated from Northland Pines High School. He worked as a cook at Vinchi’s Hillside and for Peak Property Management; but loved to work as an Auto Mechanic at St. Germain Auto and Trailer. Tim loved being in the outdoors, especially Snowshoeing. Enjoyed reading, spending time with friends and family playing cards, his favorites were Magic and Sheepshead. Tim was a fiercely loyal friend, a big strong guy with a gentle and accepting nature that allowed him to love without any kind of judgement and accept people as they were. Tim loved his family, friends and community. He is survived by his Parents, Ron and Mitzi of Sayner, WI and his Brother, Dan of Appleton, WI; his Paternal Grandfather, Don (Carol) Pockat of Oshkosh, WI and Uncles and Aunts; Michael (Diane) Pockat of Woodruff; Debra Pockat of Madison; Gary (Karen) Pockat of St. Germain; David (Barb) Pockat of Arbor Vitae; Brian Pockat of Appleton; Marge (Dave) Olmsted of Wausau; Mary Jo (Gerald) Literski of Wausau; Melisa (Ron) Polzin of Wisconsin Rapids and Mark Urmanski of Denver, CO and numerous cousins, other relatives and friends. Preceded in death by his Paternal Grandmother, Patsy Pockat of Sayner and Maternal Grandparents, Edmund and Vivian Urmanski of Wausau. Funeral Services were held on Saturday, December 7th at Shepherd of the Lakes Church in Sayner, WI. Family wishes to send our deep love and gratitude to the 6 Guys who walked with Tim to the end. Anthony Drew, Austin Kazda, Wayne McCaughn, Cory Maanum, Tyler Renk and Alex VanDerHoff. Online condolences may be shared at NIMSGERN FUNERAL & CREMATION SERVICES IS SERVING THE FAMILY. Tim's Eulogy At a time when words are so important, they have abandoned us. The words I have seem brittle and frail… I need to summarize the life of a man who was dear to us all. A man who should be here in person, to be uncomfortable with all this attention, and not really know what the big deal was all about…. Tim was a big deal to us all… A man with every gift that God could grant, a spirit that was generous and kind, a mind that was far sharper than he let on to, an imagination that never left him, and the love of an enormously mixed bag of family and friends. Tim was born here in the Northwoods and never felt the need to leave. He thought about it, some of us actually encouraged him to, but this was where he felt he belonged. He loved the work he did here and the people he worked for and with. Tim was a guy who could really get into a job that was hard or dirty or preferably both. No one was ever covered w/ more dirt, and less conscious about what dirt did to clothing than Tim was. Working with Graham and Timmy was fun for Tim, there was always something different to do, he met all kinds of people and there was usually dirt of some kind involved. There was also a camaraderie and sense of accomplishment in getting those jobs done. Graham totally helped to fine tune Tim’s ability to bs. Tim also loved working with his Uncle David at the shop. The shop also offered endless opportunity for destruction of clothing and hands that would never be soft and white. He loved the shop for the same reasons. A fellowship… featuring many, many different people coming in and out, new dilemmas daily always something to learn and some of the finest bs in the county. Tim made friends there that were very dear to him. Tim worked at Vinchi’s Hillside for a long, long time. At Vinchi’s Jim insisted that he wear shirts w/ collars. (because Jim did not trust Tim’s sense of appropriate dress) I believe this influenced his unique fashion statement… of the black collared shirt featuring sleeves that he had to cut off himself. Jim and Nancy and the staff at Vinchi’s were a second family for Tim. They nurtured him, nagged him, and nursed him. He learned how to make a pizza that is second to none, and was able to design his own pizza creations that were very tasty if you could overlook the burn from all the jalapenos. The customers at Vinchi’s became good friends and of course another source of really great bs Friends were so important to Tim. He was blessed to grow up with a group of friends who have remained tight, loving and loyal when many would have just walked away. He loved them pretty much unconditionally because that was how he operated. Tim would always tell them “I’ve got your back” but I think that he knew and took great comfort in the fact that really they all had his back…. And they still do. Tim had a kind, kind soul and a sweetness about him that he would not have wanted out as general knowledge. I feel that the story of Tim and his cat Jubilee says worlds about how he operated. It was time for a new cat.. Tim’s previous cat Stubby had disappeared, the probable victim of a fisher. Ericka Maines’s cat had kittens. We went to pick one out. I was smitten by the bouncy striped kitten w/ 4 flashy white socks. Ericka said they were all nice kittens “but don’t take that one” she said and pointed to a little muddy colored kitten. “She fell down the steps and I think she is brain damaged” The selection process was over. Tim scooped up that kitten and she came home to live with us for 21 years. No one was ever to scruffy, or damaged for Tim to ignore. He had no tolerance for anyone speaking or acting badly to his friends and family. He was fiercely loyal to those he loved, and that was a really large group of people. Tim was always happy to be with his giant family on both sides. Growing up, a holiday with his cousins was always fun. The Urmanski Easter egg hunts were legendary for the sheer mayhem of keeping 11 (Marissa was often there too) kids penned up until all 250 eggs were hidden. At Christmas there was the extremely annoying group picture that had to be shot before a single present was opened… and then more mayhem. Pockat gatherings were early on all about the boys. What luck that later on we got to add the girls to the play list. They had so much fun being together, later they found out that being together to do recycling was not quite as much fun as being at the lake.Tim’s uncles and aunts were more like grown up friends to him. He would never miss a chance to play Sheepshead or cribbage with them. The Pockat sheepshead games made many family gatherings loud with laughter and cutthroat tactics and perhaps some constructive criticism. Tim was lucky enough to have the gift of grandparents. When he knocked his Grandpa Ed w/ his power Sword (which was not one of Ron’s best ideas) he found out that a grandpa could move pretty fast. We still laugh about Tim sniffling and saying “mine Grandpa got me w/ mine power sword” Tim and Dan spent years with some sort of power sword stuck down the backs of their shirts. Those 2 guys have been playing and wrestling and arguing and “keeping each other’s back” since the day we brought Dan home, to a brand new house built by the Tamelings to replace the house that burned down. Tim loved the new baby. Dan’s first understandable word was not mama it was Tee, Tee,Tee. This is getting pretty long, so I guess the words have not totally abandoned me. Tim had a life that was full of love and of challenges. He carried some heavy burdens and relied on the love of family, friends and community to see him through. Tim, you were/are/and always will be a really big deal to all of us, your death has left a mortar hole in our hearts. All of this would make you uncomfortable… I think you would smile at us all wave, and say Bye now, “I’ve got to bounce”


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