I am not quite certain why I am even posting this response. Maybe I just need to just let out what is trapped in my heart even though there is nobody there to hear or read this. I found a photograph the other day. It took me back some thirty one years ago. Yes, 31 years, SHEESH. It brought back fond memories. The photo itself, had nothing to do with Tim. The subject matter was a very rare picture of me. Taken in the early 90's, I am sitting on an old Roycroft chair smoking a cigarette. Tim would have laughed at this one especially if he knew who owned the chair (BJ). Which, in turn tugged at my curiosity. In turn, after all these years, I looked Tim up. I knew, with every fiber in my being, that if I picked up the telephone to call Tim, it would be nothing short of exhilarating. I felt my heart ache so when I read the news of his passing. All of the joy and anticipation was lost in an instant. His memory stuck in my head all day. His effervescence, his voice and laughter, his intensity when he focused on ANYTHING, his appreciation of life and lust for learning. After 31 years, these remain fresh in my mind and heart. This is how I shall always remember him, with a tear and a smile.
Anne
Anne