November 16 - Tim's birthday.
My poem for his birthday on our old blog platform - it turned out to be his last birthday in 2006 - his 52nd. He was, like his hero JFK, a fatalist who raged against the dimming of the light. He always believed he would die young. He did.
There's no need to worry about teething biscuits
There's lots to chew on with a political scientist
Who knows a thing or two
About philosopher kings and steppenwolves
And tenderness and mating the queen
And Yes and streetlights that go out
And synchronicity abounding all around
Impressionism met realism with a cubist twist.
He anticipates every hidden eddy of the river
And knows all my undercurrents too
My full moons are reserved for a lifetime
Happy birthday, my Tim.
When I watch this YouTube I made as some kind of therapeutic exercise, I think of being on the other side of so many of the pictures in this video - I am thankful for the miracle of digital photography - both for its instant gratification and its not insignificant role in my delight in chronicling all our adventures. I see now what I saw then through the lens.
It's still difficult to write about him. I've tried. It's still very raw. But with pictures and music, I am soothed and remember through a sampler of our moments together how much I still love him.