Yesterday I mentioned in a post,
Tracks from Pat Matheny's album "As Witchita Falls, So Falls Witchita" album were the last ones ((Timm)) listened to on his laptop iTunes, around 7 a.m. Thursday morning, April1 17 ... anyone know what he would have been doing about then--getting around for work , driving to his morning AA meeting, what?Late in the day I got a call from Christie who filled me in with this (somewhat in paraphrase):
Thursday morning would be the time Timm would have been at Starbucks, drinking an American with soy milk, planning our weekend ... He preferred Starbucks to the other place in town, a little bit older crowd at the latter place, people he knew from about, plus it was close to work so he could zoom on over pretty quickly.So he was humming to that music as he planned the next day out loving the world with his love. Sweet music indeed.
Odd, on Sunday afternoon, April 20, I headed in to Salem from our hotel, exhausted from all of the family, the grief, the conversations, and stopped at that "other" coffee shop, drinking a cuppa joe while going through Timm's laptop for the first time. Trying to figure out where the remains of my brother were. A rainy cold afternoon, teen vagrants huddled under the canopy at the front door bumming smokes, other folks on laptops at tables nearby. I was adrift in my brother's adopted hometown, wishing he were sitting across from me, getting caught up on everything. Sipping our coffee slowly.
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