There memories of my children that are stored, put to the back of my mind…not forgotten; just simply tuck away like a winter comforter that when the chill of missing or grief comes to clawing its way in like a harsh North wind keeps me warm and snug. Perhaps one memory isn’t so different. It’s a memory of seeing my son take on responsibility and earn the trust that was…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on November 29, 2011 at 7:48pm — No Comments
There has always been music played in our home and our car. If we went on road trips, wither it be to visit family or just to explore the roads and byways music was pumping out of the car stereo – FM radio, CD, or tape in the case of our old Camry.
One song that Tim loved was American Pie by Don McLean. The song is the story of McLean’s…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on November 28, 2011 at 3:00pm — No Comments
Hello,I just found this site and hope it will give my wife and I a place to visit for some comfort and support.
On November 3rd our only child took his life. Dylan was 23 years old and we miss him so very much. I know it's only been a few weeks, but does it get easier?
In 1996, Gi and I were facing our first Christmas in our home. We had just moved in a few months before. As Christmas Day was counting down on our calendar we opted to put our house budget to making sure Tim would have presents to open and not worry about a Christmas tree unless we could find one that was inexpensive. I wasn’t on the Police Department yet, and I felt inadequate to give Gi and Tim a Christmas tree. I thought maybe a small ceramic tree would suffice, but Gi wanted a real…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on November 27, 2011 at 10:00pm — No Comments
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
I had a dream my life would…Continue
Added by Tim's Mom, Vickie on November 27, 2011 at 1:02pm — No Comments
We took our 5 yr old grandson to the annual parade the day after Thanksgiving. I took many pictures but two turned out to be very special. In the first one when Santa's float came by you can see one "orb" in the sky. In the 2nd one when the dancing horses came by you can see many "orbs" enjoying the parade. I believe this is a sign......a visit from my Donny.…Continue
Today is your birthday, November 27th, 2011. You will not be here to celebrate with me. Tomorrow, November 28th, 2011, is my birthday. You will not be here to celebrate it with me, AGAIN. I can't pick up the phone to tell you what I want to say, so I'll get on my hands and knees and bow my head and ask God to send you this birthday message:
Hey Big Guy,
Today you would have been 42, but you're not. You are forever 41. I wanted to call you, I wanted to take…Continue
Added by Stephanie on November 27, 2011 at 12:00am — No Comments
Soon after I went back to work, a co-worker told me that I need to get back on my horse. What horse would that be?
What is the color of this horse?
What breed is this horse?
Do I look like a cowboy or a…
Added by BONNIE on November 26, 2011 at 6:25pm — No Comments
Hello everyone - My brother Jeff died on June 10th, 2006 from a drug overdose. He was 4 years older and it was in the last 2 years of his life that we really started to become close. Here's a picture of us back in December of 1993. Thanks for taking time to read this :) Brian…Continue
Added by Murphy on November 24, 2011 at 5:17pm — No Comments
I just arrived home after visiting my son, Tim. Last year, on Thanksgiving 2010, my son and I went on a quest to hunt down a turkey baster for the preparation of the Thanksgiving bird. It started at 10 o’clock in the morning. We headed off in the family car and it was soon into thirty minutes of our sojourn, I…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on November 24, 2011 at 4:00pm — No Comments
LOVE MOM, DAD, AND FAMILY
WE MISS YOU SO MUCH
Added by JOYCE MASHER, 4 Amy 5158791808 on November 23, 2011 at 11:48pm — No Comments
About 4 1/2 years ago my Daddy had to have a lung transplant, he finally got the call and received his new lung. He was very strong and got back on his feet pretty quick, the doctors said he did it in less time than others usually do. He eventually became able to actually go back to teaching, he was a Taekwondo instructor. He was able to do his normal routines. He would exercise daily and lift weights again as well as teach his students forms. Then about a year ago he contracted an infection…Continue
12/14/93: The first time I met him. This was the first time and so far the only time, in my life that I had butterflies in my stomach. The first kiss we shared was so innocent, I knew at that point he was in my life forever, wheather relationship or friend. The first hug he gave me I instantly felt safe. And so it was from this point foward he was in my life until 12/14/99. I can't tell you how much I miss those days..... When I felt so safe and…Continue
Added by Dena on November 23, 2011 at 11:13am — No Comments
Well Amy, another holiday is coming and you are not here. I feel a little different this time, but just can't get in the mood to celebrate. Dad, as I said, is a little more depressed than the first two years. We can't believe its over 3 yrs and this is the 4th Thanksgiving without you to share with us and eat like a pig!!!! Pie and cool whip, mmmmm…Continue
Added by JOYCE MASHER, 4 Amy 5158791808 on November 22, 2011 at 7:00pm — No Comments
When I was a child, we had an annual ritual of writing letters to Santa Claus and then going out to the backyard with my parents to burn them. Fascinated even then with all the rites of Native American Indians, I was certain my Christmas wishes would become smoke signals easily read by Santa in the North Pole.
I was reminded of this recently, reading The Legacy Letters: Messages of Life and Hope from 9/11 Family Members. These are published letters for all…Continue
"Living" with chronic, excruciating pain, the only way I exist is through massive pain killers, which in themselves, create intolerable pain elsewhere. Only when I'm extremely sedated can I find relief. When I think it can't possibly get any worse, it does..Always. I exist solely for my wife. Yet, I am very aware of the burden I am to her, either way. Mine is not a temporary situation. I don't have the blues and I'm not looking for pity or attention. I just want it all to stop.
Added by Lanie Bickford on November 22, 2011 at 12:23pm — No Comments