I need to express my sadness that you are gone on your birthday and Mother's Day. My heart is broken. I miss you dearly Tim. I've been side-stepping around serious losses more than you will ever know about.
When you were born forty-five years ago, we shared the beauty of love. Newborn you and me at age 26, your sister Tammy and your Father were thrilled! Today, I am 70 years old and you have been gone for five years... but more like a lifetime . Yesterday, Carol, Dee and Arnie and I reminisced with the story about the squirrel you caught in the laundry basket in the basement and how our cat had terriorized it.. .plus the one about the bb gun closet demolition on Davis Ave. in Rockville ...and the one about your Ninga knives and such things in Simsbury that show a few things about your personal young stuff... cool, risk-taking and spunky and getting away with a lot while I was busy working for a living. We all miss you, Tim.
Up there, I hope you realize we are all down here just waiting to come up to join you and give you huge hugs. However, the painful times your family and friends spend wondering how your choice to leave your life behind continuously cause deep hurt and despair in all of us who love you and we cry and sob with warm, fresh tears often I wish you could send messages about how you are now. I send you peace and love. Goodbye my son... until we meet again. Love, Mom