Timmy....Tim

I don't really know what to say here. If I started listing memories, this list would just not stop and I've cried enough over people leaving. I don't want to start that again. So, I'll just say this

When I think of someone who's a brother in Christ, I think of Timmy. I've known him since I was 4 and he's been like my twin or slightly younger brother for as long as I can remember knowing him. He was Captain Kirk in all the crazy Star Trek movies we made with our siblings, (I was McCoy) and is probably the funniest guy I know. When my pain would spike, he was one of the few people who could make me laugh, and then he'd tease me and mess with me when my medicine kicked in to make me high. Like at one point he had me convinced that all our friends were floating or drinking out of shoes. He taught me how to give a firm handshake so that I wouldn't always come across as a “wimpy little girl” and I almost always startle my doctors with it now. We've had a contest going for several years now of how far we can shoot cheerios out our noses. (I have yet to win, but his nose is a lot larger than mine, so it's not very surprising.) We were a killer basketball duo on the movie nights I could walk and when I was bad enough that I couldn't make it across a room, he'd carry me to where everyone else was so I could be with our friends and feel normal for a bit. Oh, and him pushing a wheelchair is really funny; instead of politely asking people to step aside, he just shouts “MOVE” and runs people down. He's a big guy and can look quite scary when he wants to, so people wouldn't mess with him and I usually got places a lot faster thanks to his methods.

I think that's all I can write about it right now, aside from saying goodbye to my sista from another mista (his biological older sister actually), this is one of the hardest goodbyes I've had to do. That family's been a family to me for as long as I can remember, I call their parents “Mama” and “Papa” and the kids are my brother and sisters. And now two of them have moved away. It's strange and I'm getting tired of all these goodbyes.

In other news, I'll stop calling him Timmy because that actually drives him a little bit crazy (love ya, bro) and call him Tim like he wants to be called. It is, by the way, the same Tim on The Dispersion. You should check it out.