Last night my mom, and two of my sisters were over for a visit. We always enjoy each other's company and talk until the cows came home.
After dinner we started talking about our memories of my Grandpa and Grandma Whetten and the different experiences our family had as they reached the end of their lives. It was good to hear Mom's perspective on the events and understand a little more how our family character has been shaped by these experiences.
Eventually the conversation got around to Timmy, and we each shared our experiences leading up to the day he passed away and the tremedous sorrow and comfort we felt during that eventful week. We all had a good cry as we remembered our feelings, and it was good to be together while we remembered him.
I don't really have a whole lot to say, just that I miss my little brother and am grateful for the opportunity I will have to be with him and the other members of my family who have passed on.
Love you Tim!
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Thanks for the cry, Paul. I think of Timmy often, too. John John remembers him from our visits to Mexico, too, so we talk about him every once in a while. Love you.
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