Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Remembering Tim

When I remember you, Tim,

it's through the filter of your brother's stories--

my favorite memories of you

have become the stories he told me.

You policing the sugar he put on his cereal

while he taunted you, tipping just a bit more off the spoon;

your careful, complete assembly of model airplanes

while his, half-finished, were set on fire and thrown off the dock.

The rivalry and love that can probably only be understood

by two brothers born eighteen months apart.


  1. I remember Tim--his joy and anticipation of your first baby (Schuyler) even while he was passing from this world. He is now safe in the arms of God. DGK