My dearest Tim, I will definitely miss your jokes and how you call me Young Bambi 😉. Don’t worry about your gorgeous wife.. we will be there for her..

A poem that was shared to me close to 3 years ago, when I needed it. Epitaph by Merrit Malloy When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds. Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live in your eyes And not on your mind. You can love me best By letting hands touch hands, And by letting go of children That need to be free. Love doesn’t die, People do. So, when all that’s left of me Is love, Give me away.

Dearest Tim, we definitely miss you. Thank you for going out of your way to be part of the family. I especially remember your late nights with Wilf when you were in town, talking about we don't know what! I remember how you welcomed Matteo every day that you guys were in town since he always wanted to stay with you and Suzette. And I remember how kind and thoughtful you were to Ma and Pa. We miss you Tim and we pray that you rest in eternal peace