Timmy’s fourth birthday is a special memory.  He was an avid fan of Sesame Street, especially Elmo, the small red furry child monster Muppet on the show.  I had scheduled my summer vacation week off around his birthday so there wouldn’t be any interference by court appearances or work.  His mother and I decided to take him Sesame Place in Langhorne.  Sesame Place is a water…

 I wrote this September 12, 2001. I wrote to exorcise my demons and tribute those that sacrificed; hoping it would inspire solace all from the words of a little boy, my son Timothy.  His simple little boy wisdom was spoken from an old…

I’m sitting here on the sofa. Alone. Earlier tonight, my daughters were sitting on the neighbor’s step and I remembered when Timmy was about Alaina’s age, maybe four or five years old. There was a different neighbor living there at the time, an elderly woman that would sometimes give Timmy taffy or a chocolate. On the storm door at the time, she had a plastic trellises style cover over the screen. Timmy had sat on her step and she had come to the door and said she would be back with a treat.…

I begged the nurse to take me to see him.  I begged and begged.  I was crying.

“Mister Connors, please.  They’re cleaning him up a bit for you to see him.”  The blonde nurse said.  She had tears streaming from her eyes.…

I’m sitting in the chair.  The doctor had just walked in, quietly shutting the door behind him. He was a young black doctor, light-medium complexioned.  For some reason, I thought he looked like Tiger Woods.  He had the grim look on his face.

“Mister…

I was remembering taking Timmy to see Transformers-2 midnight show. We got to the theater too late and it was sold out. We made a mad dash to another theater and along the way Timmy kept saying "I hope it’s sold out."…

When Tim was an infant, there were the few weekends or the days in mid-week that I was off from work.  Gigi would feed him and I would sometimes have him lie on my chest and burp him.  Sometimes he would just fall asleep and pop his head up at the slightest sound.  On the weekends, wither it was Saturday or Sunday, Tim would lie on my chest as I rubbed his back.  I would…

Timmy was about 6 or 7 years old, we were sitting in my old Camry waiting for his mother to come out of a store. Timmy said to me, "Daddy, do you know who my hero is?"

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When my son Timothy was about 18 months old, his mother took him to Steffen’s Pet Shop to see the puppies. All Timmy wanted since learning how to crawl was a dog. His grand-mothers each had a dog. A few of his cousins had one. So Gi took him and put him in the puppy pen at the rear of the store. There a…