Monday, February 10, 2025
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Sending condolences and love to Tammy, and to all family and friends, on the unwelcome, unexpected loss of Tim.
So many memories of my 'little' cousin––all happy. Smiling, sturdy and rosy-cheeked, whenever us cousins were together as kids Tim was usually clutching a toy car or truck. No surprise he gravitated to big toys and outdoor adventures as he grew. And how lucky Tim was to have found a life partner like Tammy to enjoy them with.
Tim was likely not a poetry guy, but he'd probably tolerate this from his heartsick older cousin in remembrance of the happy times we had. Deedle on, Timbo.
After Glow (author unknown)
I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when life is done.
