I hope you are celebrating up there with Mom & Dad and Grandpa & Grandpa Fitzsimmmons. Grandma probably made you an angel food cake with strawberries and whip cream.


You used to get so excited for your birthday, you almost couldn't sleep the night before. You would get up so early, your brown eyes full of amazement and wonderment and the joy of a child. 

I miss you more every day, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday in Heaven above. Make sure to make a wish and blow out all your candles.

Love you sister, Trish     

Timothy Cameron Fitzsimmons was born to the proud parents of Lorraine and Robert Fitzsimmons on September 30, 1968. He inherited 3 older sisters when he entered this world...Deborah (Debbie), Patricia (Trish) and Pamela (Pam).

He was the apple of his parents' eye and his Grandmother Fitzsimmons adored him to no end.

He was a mischevious little guy whose brown eyes and big smile lit up the room, so you would forget his pranks and not get mad at him.

He was a genius. By the age of two, he took his metal highchair apart piece by piece with a screwdriver. He even knew how to put it back together again.

He was smart beyond his years and was always at his fathers' side tinkering with machinery or cars on the farm.

No one will ever replace you in our hearts or our minds and I often think back to the tricks you used to play, but that's okay, because it takes me to a happy place where you were with me on this earth.

I hope that Heaven is benefitting from you being up there keeping them all entertained. Just remember to kick back and relax once in awhile. You are at peace now my baby brother.


Love Trish