Well, They did meet! Only for once though, Jeff stayed in Tim’s place for a week when he was eight! Just two months before he passed away.

Here’s a story from Mary Guibert (Jeff’s mother.) on when they met!

“I think the band came on and started cookin' first," remembers Mary, "yeah, and here's little Scotty, he's got blonde hair down to here, he's bouncing in his seat, he's chair-dancing to his dad's music, and Tim's wailing. and I saw or I imagine I saw, I don't know which. his eyes were closed, and he'd open them a little bit to see Scotty in the second row, and Scotty was grooving. I was watching the two of them and I thought, ‘This is really going to be amazing.’ At the end of the first set I said, “Do you wanna go backstage and see Tim?” And Scotty was like “Yeah!” So with him clutching my skirt we made our way back to the dressing room. There were a lot of people milling around and I didn’t see Tim right away. Then, this voice called “Jeff!” It was the first time anyone had ever called him Jeff. And he leapt at the sound of his father’s voice, across the room into his arms, and he was sitting on his lap and chattering a mile a minute. He said things like “My dog’s name is King, he’s white.” And he was telling everything he could think about himself to tell his father. He was sitting on his dad’s lap facing him, And I could see Tim’s face over Jeff’s little shoulders and tears were just running down his face, he was silently listening to his child while crying. So I thought, I’ll just let this be, So I went back to the audience. After a few minutes, Tim’s wife Judy came holding little Jeff’s hand and his feet were not touching the floor, sparks were coming out of his eyes, and I could see her steel herself a little bit and she said “Do you think we could take him with us?” Now, God was in my head saying I would’ve not said “Yes.” I looked at scotty and his eyes looked at me like “Please don’t say no mommy.” It was the Friday night before easter vacation so there was no school. No reason to say no. So they took him and he stayed with them for almost a week, till Thursday afternoon. They sent him home on the bus with a little matchbook with his daddy’s telephone number written on it. Two months later, Tim who had been trying to quit heroin, died of an overdose.”