Timothy Lawrence Hadlett
Timothy Lawrence Hadlett
Timothy Lawrence Hadlett was born January 11, 1951 in Los Angeles and passed away September 14, 2023 in his home in Seattle, Washington. He grew up in Gardena with his eight siblings where he developed a life-long love for music and playing guitar, which endured into his senior years. At sixteen he went to Haight-Ashbury and was inspired by Jimi Hendrix and hippie culture.
He moved to Seattle, where he worked as a welder at Todd Shipyards, an auto mechanic, and a construction and maintenance manager for Gronvold Construction.Tim had a sharp and inventive mind and a talent for designing and fabricating,which he applied to his passion for building custom bicycles and restoring vintage muscle cars. He once built a replica of a Fender amplifier from scratch. For many years, he worked as a professional musician, playing lead guitar and bass in bands in the Seattle area, including a long stint at the Baranof Restaurant.
He is preceded in death by his parents Mary and Charles Hadlett, his sisters Heidi Hadlett and Paris Hadlett, and brother Anthony Hadlett. Tim leaves behind sisters Debbie Hadlett Mejia, Victoria Hadlett, and Penny Hadlett and brothers Harlan Hadlett and Chris Hadlett, and his long-time girlfriend Joyce Parvi.
Tim was an original. He was loyal, generous, hardworking, resourceful, and valued personal freedom above all else. His smile lit up the room. He loved animals and fed stray cats, squirrels, raccoons, and blue jays that frequented his yard. He will be sorely missed by family and friends.
Rest In Peace, Tim. Fly free.
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I am standing by the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and sails far out into the ocean. I stand and watch until the ship is but a mere speck on the horizon where the sky and ocean mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “there, she’s gone!” “Gone where?” Gone from our sight is all. The ship is just as large in hull and spar as when she left the dock on her way to a distant port. And just at the same moment someone at my side says. “There, she’s gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout. “Here she comes!” And that is dying…My brother Tim. Rest in peace…
Tim once said God gave me a mouth for talking and feet for walking. If I have something to say, I will say it. And if I don’t like something, I’ll walk away from it.
He is loved and missed. Always in our hearts.
Rest in Peace Tim.
We lived wild.
Let us remember you as you were in life.
You lived a good life. You did it your way.
My brother Tim, Rest In Peace.