Miss you...
It's funny in life how sometimes you take for granted people in your life who mean the most to you. Luckily when I was little I learned at an early age to appreciate someone very special in my life. You all know I have a sister but I am not sure if I ever talked about Timmy. He might not have been my brother in blood but in every other sense of the word he was. Our mothers were best friends and our fathers were best friends... They actually went to kindergarten together. My parents met through his parents. I was born two weeks before Timmy. We literally grew up together, for the longest time I thought he was my brother until I got older and understood what that meant. We picked on eachother, we played Atari games together, I watched him play his baseball games, I fell asleep in his lap trying to stay up to watch SNL, We bathed as babies together, we got in trouble together, he was in my wedding... He was my brother. I thought he was when we were very little, I knew he was when one day we got in a three wheeler accident and my leg got caught up in it. I was stuck in the snow and he drove over my whole leg while going over a bump. I had to pound on his back for him to realize it was me that was preventing us from moving, my leg was wrapped around everything. Timmy was scared shitless for me and went yelling and screaming in the house like a banshee... I knew then and there he was my brother, blood or no blood. A person does not react like that who does not love you, I knew this even at such a young age.
When we were teenagers we grew apart. We each had our own friends, we did our own thing but I knew he would always be there. We had always promised eachother when we will little that we would no matter what. It still amazes me that two kids so young could express to each other how much they meant to one another. I remember very vividly one day after going to some sort of park together. We were still wearing our hats from that particular place and we sat down across from eachother while our parents were playing cards and Timmy said to me " When we grow up I want us to play cards every weekend like our parents" and I said okay..."I will go with my husband and you will go with your wife and our kids will play together" I remember how I had a crush on one of his friends when we were older and he would give him notes that I would write the boy...LOL I remember when the first time I held hands with a boy I got scared and Timmy was there and I grabbed his hand as well and he squeezed my hand to let me know it was okay...I remember our time growing up together often and smile. I remember dancing with him at my wedding...He told me how happy he was for me and how much he liked Keith. That was the last time I ever saw Timmy, he died just a couple of few days later in a car accident. That early morning when we got the phone call was probably one of the most devastating moments in my life. They say as time goes on the pain gets easier but I find that not to be true. To this day I can not watch a baseball game, even hearing it and those distincts sounds of a game on TV is a crushing blow. I wonder what he would be doing today and if he sees his family... I wonder if he watched Emily all those nights in the NICU that Keith and I slept at home those few hours. I wonder if he was laughing at me for the 7 months Keith was gone and I was loosing my mind, shaking his head saying to himself how some things never change. I wonder if he misses his sister as much I miss my brother.
This song is for you Timmy that's playing in the sidebar... I think of you often and you are still missed today. We all love you... Kristin, Tommy, Andy, David, and Me...
When we were teenagers we grew apart. We each had our own friends, we did our own thing but I knew he would always be there. We had always promised eachother when we will little that we would no matter what. It still amazes me that two kids so young could express to each other how much they meant to one another. I remember very vividly one day after going to some sort of park together. We were still wearing our hats from that particular place and we sat down across from eachother while our parents were playing cards and Timmy said to me " When we grow up I want us to play cards every weekend like our parents" and I said okay..."I will go with my husband and you will go with your wife and our kids will play together" I remember how I had a crush on one of his friends when we were older and he would give him notes that I would write the boy...LOL I remember when the first time I held hands with a boy I got scared and Timmy was there and I grabbed his hand as well and he squeezed my hand to let me know it was okay...I remember our time growing up together often and smile. I remember dancing with him at my wedding...He told me how happy he was for me and how much he liked Keith. That was the last time I ever saw Timmy, he died just a couple of few days later in a car accident. That early morning when we got the phone call was probably one of the most devastating moments in my life. They say as time goes on the pain gets easier but I find that not to be true. To this day I can not watch a baseball game, even hearing it and those distincts sounds of a game on TV is a crushing blow. I wonder what he would be doing today and if he sees his family... I wonder if he watched Emily all those nights in the NICU that Keith and I slept at home those few hours. I wonder if he was laughing at me for the 7 months Keith was gone and I was loosing my mind, shaking his head saying to himself how some things never change. I wonder if he misses his sister as much I miss my brother.
This song is for you Timmy that's playing in the sidebar... I think of you often and you are still missed today. We all love you... Kristin, Tommy, Andy, David, and Me...