I just remembered something special that happened when we left the cemetary. A small branch from one of the pines broke as we drove under it in our RV. We didn't remove it because that happens all the time when we are camping and the wind just blows them off. After driving all the way from Grass Valley to Corona, we saw that little sprig still on top of the roof! We couldn't believe it. I was not caught on anything! It was just sitting there as if to say, I will always be around. Just look up. We will Tim.
We all miss his gentle spirit. Tim had a heart of gold and truely loved his family and friends. Every time we were able to visit, Denny would call his boys and be sure they came by to say hi and spend some time with us. Unlike most young people who don't see distant relatives very often, they never seemed to be bored and were always ready with the hugs and kind words. The last time I saw Tim was at his grandfather's home in Anaheim shortly before he died. He was as big eyed as ever and full of love and genuine smiles filled with warmth for all of us. The hugs were strong and honest. We will never forget who he truely was. He will always be in our hearts.