Timothy Mattson

Timothy Joseph Mattson of Arlington, Texas died on June 27, 2024, at the age of 68 following a long battle with cancer. He passed away on a sunny morning in the company of his close friends. Though he is gone, his gentle spirit remains in the hearts and memories of the many friends and colleagues who loved him so dearly.

Tim was born in San Francisco, California on April 13, 1956, to Robert and Evelyn Mattson. He  grew up an army kid and graduated high school in Georgia. He built a lifelong career in the steel industry, first with National Steel in Atlanta, Georgia from 1975 to 1986, then with Curtis Steel Corporation in Grand Prairie, Texas from 1987 to 2023. He retired from Curtis Steel in October after an admirable 36 years of dedicated service, having built many long-lasting relationships along the way.

Tim was a lover of nature and spent much of his leisure time in the great outdoors, be it hunting, fishing, or playing golf with his buddies. When his time as a sportsman came to an end, he still enjoyed watching the pros on TV, including the Dallas Cowboys and especially his beloved Texas Rangers, who made a point to clinch their first World Series title in 2023 in time for him to celebrate.

Although he didn’t build a family of his own, Tim (or Tim Tim Timmer as he was known to some) was like family to the folks lucky enough to be a part of his life, and his friendship was a gift he gave freely. He loved to be where everybody knew his name, and he was an easy favorite of many of the staff at his favored watering holes. His amiable nature ensured that no one remained a stranger for long, and he was always the first to ask how your day was going.

Tim was a tough cookie. Though he faced many health problems through his later years, he always persisted with an attitude of positivity and perseverance, up to the very end. If he was ever in pain, you wouldn’t have heard about it from him; his motto remained “I feel great”. The many people who loved him can rest easy knowing he is at peace now, listening to Classic Rock & Roll and playing the back nine on the Great Fairway in the Sky.

Up to it and down to it. Darn the man who can't do it. Birds do it and fly, bees do it and die. Dogs do it and stick to it. If you can't do it, get out of the way and let me do it cause I'm used to it.

Here’s to you, Timmer.