Dear Liza,
My eldest brother, your great uncle Tim , died yesterday. He had been sick for a few years after a heart attack in 2019. My cousin Patty cared for him for years until he needed more help than she could give, and he spent his last year or so in a Veteran’s Administration Hospital, where he was well taken care of.
Tim was born March 16, 1948. He was my parents’ first child and was joined by brother Jim in 1950, and me in 1956. We were an active, busy, messy family.
The home movies I was watching last night (transferred from old celluloid film years ago) showed camping trips, water fights and turtles’ funerals. Several scenes show my brothers shooting bows and arrows in Red Rock Canyon.
We were a chaotic, but mostly happy, bunch.
Tim joined the Marine Corps in 1966, and he and Bridget Sequin were married soon after. A few lovely children came along, and Tim was a Dad as well as a proud Marine for about 30 years. He was stationed in Korea, Okinawa, Vietnam, and finally at Camp Pendleton.
When our Dad passed away, Tim joined us in helping Mom get along without her best friend.
For whatever reasons, Tim and I were never as close as we might have been. He was eight years older and a very different kind of person from me. We didn’t always agree with each others’ decisions. But he was my brother, and I will miss him.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 