The Eulogy of Tiny Tim

As we gather today to mourn the loss of our beloved Timothy Cratchit, let us not forget the small yet tiny part he played in all of our lives. The ever optimistic spirit; what he lacked in largeness, he made up for in smallness. His personality and enthusiasm was so much bigger than he. Though of course, it would have to be since he was, as you know, unthinkably small.

Though he did not have the same abilities as many of the more reasonably-sized population, he did excel at being weak and puny. Even though he walked, and sat, and ate, and moved with great difficulty, he fell down often with a natural ease. Luckily, he did not have far to fall.

He gave as us an incredible message of determination and tenacity. A message that was sometimes dwarfed by his laughable size. But Tim had a big heart. Not literally of course; his actual heart must have been astoundingly small in order to properly suit the rest of his freakishly pint-sized body. If Tiny Tim were here now, he would look upon (or straight up at) us all and say, "Do not weep for me!" Perhaps out of the fear of drowning in a flood of giant tears.

However small his physical presence was - and it was unquestionably small - we shall not forget the influence he would have had, had he been a size that was large enough to influence things. And let us remember that Tiny Tim was not just a size. He was the absence of size. In this way, the space he did not occupy was so immense you could say he was larger than all of us ... but not really.

Oh, my tiny tiny Tim! Even though you are no longer with us, and barely were for a short time, you will remain forever and ever in a minuscule section of all of our hearts.

Amen.