Eight years gone

One of the last pictures on Timm's camera.

The eight anniversary of this memorial finds itself far from where it began. And yet, in the circuitous way of things, some things are as fresh now as they were then. Maybe because it’s spring and everything is busting out the way it was on April 18, 2008—breezy and sunny and blossoming everywhere, both seemingly unaware and utterly changed by the loss of Timm.

And look – the Pennsylvania primary is rolling around, just like it was eight years ago, and there’s Hillary Clinton again going up again against this round’s left-of-center alternative … And look: Barack Obama, the unlikely candidate for president in 2008 whom Timm so supported, is now finishing off his second term in the White House, and here we are talking about Timm long after he’s gone.

Some things never end, to they?

Well—there certainly is plenty about Timm still to celebrate.

Why not go adventuring with Timm?

A STEP OF MYSTERY

by Timm O’Cobhthaigh

My next step is a mystery, since I seem to lack a plan

What should I do, and where should I go.

Are thoughts I haven’t even considered yet.

The day is young only hours since it dawned

And like a painter’s canvas waits for the touch of my brush.

Each new day holds so much promise

Possibilities abound for those who are willing and eager.

I really can do anything today go anywhere talk to whomever

I only have to choose and them I’m on my way

Lethargy and doubt are the enemies

Conspiring to keep me stuck

In my ears they whisper words so befuddling

The “but what ifs” and “you might get hurt” are typical to me.

And worst of all the evil words “what if you look bad.”

What foolish pride the last one touches

Evoking an ego attack.

Not wanting to show the least bit of weakness

While cowering like a little boy.

No, their words I’ll just ignore and laugh at their foolish folly.

My day will be ruled by freedom not fear and I will go wherever I may

But first I have to choose the most important thought

One I haven’t done yet

Which of all the steps I’ll take shall be my first one.

-- Miss you brother!