I am still in shock and disbelief that he is gone. A Mother isn't supposed to outlive her child. I have a voice mail from him on my phone I listen to daily. Tim always called me Mama....not Mom or Mother....but Mama as he did when he was little.  And he never forgot to say "I Love You Mama" before he hung up. Tim was only 48....so much more life to live. He had the biggest heart of anyone I know.  He was a hard worker and took pride in whatever he did. He cared about people and would help anyone who needed it or ask. He never forgot my birthday and no matter where he was I would get a call telling me to have a happy one. He was a good Father who loved his children with all his heart. Tim had my red hair and temper that goes with it but you very seldom saw that side of him, and when you did it was for a good reason. Tim loved to fish and hunt. At home in Ohio he would trap. He would go out in the winter, set them and check them every morning before school. He used to sell the furs.One day I was still in bed and he rushed in with a mink he had caught which I argued was a skunk cause it smelled so bad. One day he caught a fox and it was still alive in the trap. Tim was a great artist. The picture of flowers on this page was drawn on cloth by Tim and given to me for Mothers Day  He knew I loved roses. Tim and his sister Rebecca always had a special bond. He could pick on her but no one else was allowed to. I'll never forget the day he nailed her in her room when they were kids or the Thanksgiving they had the cool whip fun. I posted a picture of my Mom holding Kayla when she was a baby. Tim was his Grandmas boy so I know they are celebrating being together again.