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
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
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 cavalryman?
Is it because I am grieving my son still and will be for…
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 realized that I missing Pierre Robert’s traditional playing of…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on November 24, 2011 at 4:00pm — No Comments
Christmas, a time of Yule and Noel, a brief moment in childhood believing in a man delivering presents while you’re nestled in your bed; where in retrospect seems like a long history of memories. As a parent, it was for me to make my son, and later his sisters as well, happy and keep alive an age-old myth. It is a time of wondering what Who-pudding consists of, or how to…Continue
Every Christmas, multitudes of parents flock to the malls to stand in line waiting to have their children photographed with Santa. There was no difference with my family when it came to Timmy. I had graduated from the Police Academy in June, 1998 when Timmy was just shy of his third birthday. Since Timmy was born friends had told his mother…Continue
The sunlight seemed brighter as I walked out of the Emergency Room. The nurse walked beside me, partly holding me up, partly holding me back from doing anything stupid. I pulled out my cell phone and called home. I knew Gi would be possibly still at the hair salon with the girls – Alaina was graduating Pre-K the next day and we wanted her to have her hair cut and styled. I crossed the parking lot and sat on the curb. It was the first time noticing Tim’s blood on my hands, my clothes,…Continue
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