Timothy David Simons

On June 12, 2026, Timothy (Tim) David Simons, the most amazing father to Oscar and Rory and supportive husband to Kellie Beasley passed away suddenly. He was only 55 and in good health. Tim had a quiet confidence, a wicked sense of humour and was big-hearted. Tim was an incredible human who left an indelible mark on everyone he met with his warm handshake, genuine smile and those killer Simons’ eyes.

Tim was the youngest of four children and, especially because he was quiet by nature, some might underestimate the largesse of his presence in that family. But any of his siblings will tell you, his influence loomed large and loud, just quiet in a very Tim-like way. The “Stahls” will never be the same; Tim’s siblings, Mike (Miyeko), Greg (Beverly) and Pam (Andy) lost Junior Kid Stahl. The next generation of Stahls and Stahlionettes, Emma, Victoria and Abby will forever miss their Uncle Tim.

Tim’s love of travel was inspired by his parents, Donald and Teresa Simons, who (thankfully) both passed away before they had to deal with this tremendous loss. Tim’s family of origin created a lifetime of memories filled with love and laughter, from travelling to visit family in South Africa to Sunday command performance dinners at the “Milton Hilton”. Each moment shaped Tim as an incredible man, leader and dad.

Born on November 28, 1970 in Milton, Ontario, he was known for his quiet confidence, love of cooking and travel and all-things sporty. He made lifelong friends through his days at Holy Rosary and Milton District High School and through all of the sports he played: soccer, football, baseball and squash, to name a few.

Kellie and Tim became friends while she worked at a sports bar called “Fat Freddy’s” in Milton and eventually… many years later … they realized that this was “more than just friends”. They married at a romantic ceremony in the Simons’ backyard on a stunning fall day in 2007. With that union, Tim became an honourary Beasley, joining Kellie’s siblings Crissy (Erik) and Tim (which led to much confusion whenever anyone referred to “Tim”). Kellie’s parents, her siblings and nieces and nephew will forever miss Tim’s presence (and patience) at their chaotic family gatherings.

Tim’s loss is felt the world over, with friends and family extending love and support from South Africa, New Zealand, England, Australia and all across Canada. No matter how near or far … the loss is real.

Tim was passionate about his work with Air Canada, “the family business” as it had become known among the Simons Clan. His style of “management by walking around” helped him rise through the ranks at Air Canada and fostered many lasting friendships.

Kellie and the boys would like everyone to know that our local community is so very lucky to be served by tremendous first responders, as evidenced by the group of firefighters, police and medics who arrived at the house. Each one of them treated Tim to the best of their abilities and with a tremendous amount of dignity. They guided the family through an unimaginable situation with clarity and compassion.

Their little family fancies itself as a fairly independent unit but when they reached out to family and close friends, they were (and continue to be) amazed (and relieved) at the speed that hugs and assistance (and an insane amount of fruit trays) arrived on their doorstep. Whether it was shuttling their pooch to the safety of the Watson’s farm, trying to explain “what is even happening”, cleaning the dishes, making endless cups of tea or holding them as they broke down … the phrase “thank you” isn’t enough.

For Oscar and Rory, they are taking this all in, in their own way. There have been moments of struggle, anger and questions. Their schools have stepped up with offers of support and resources. And their friends have been a great source of comfort and distraction. Oscar and Rory have surrounded themselves with friends who aren’t afraid to step in when things are messy and uncomfortable. This is “big stuff” for 14 and 16 year olds. Their friends were all raised well.

For Kellie … her loss can only be captured by the words of W.H. Auden in his poem Funeral Blues:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Instead of a traditional service, folks are invited to join in a gathering at The Heights Ski & Country Club (https://theheights.ski/ ) on Sunday, June 28 from 1 to 4 PM. In lieu of flowers, we would like folks to make donations to The Sharing Place Food Bank in Orillia.