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Tim was a brother.
He loved his big sister and her family. He loved being uncle Tim and watching them grow up.
He recently gave her tulips for her birthday Because he loved her.
All those hours of ToeJam and Earl.
He was so proud of her.
One time in a therapy session he was asked to describe his sister. Tim said that he had the best possible sister, No room for improvement.
He was so proud of you and the life she was making with Rob and the kids. He felt like it helped balance out all the struggles your Mom and I had to go through with him.
Tim was a Grandson.
He had a special relationship with my father. Here’s what Tim wrote:
“My grandfather’s name was Wilbur Maurer. He lived in Illinois, in a town called Paris (population 9000). He was a veteran of the Battle of the Bulge and spent most of his life working hard, including tough physical labor, in construction.
He and his father were responsible for several impressive brick buildings that still stand in Illinois. As a young child, I always looked forward to seeing him. He was extraordinarily creative, always working on some project or inventing something. (His motto: If you’re bored, you have no imagination”) He was also funny, a font of jokes that, at 11, I thought were spasm- inducing hilarious and many of which I still tell today.
I was a curious kid and would sometimes ask my grandpa questions that got us into some of the most amazing conversations I’ve ever had. He had strong, mostly liberal views that contributed greatly to the formation of the opinions I hold today. Sometimes I thought he was a genius, other times I thought he was crazy, but I always listened, eyes wide, inquisitive, sucking on some of Grandma’s sugarless candy.
My grandfather died in July of 2000. His passing was a tremendous loss to me and my family. In the time I spent with him I learned three important lessons: to always keep an open mind, never to believe anything just because someone else says I should, and that it’s ok to laugh at dirty jokes.”
He loved his big sister and her family. He loved being uncle Tim and watching them grow up.
He recently gave her tulips for her birthday Because he loved her.
All those hours of ToeJam and Earl.
He was so proud of her.
One time in a therapy session he was asked to describe his sister. Tim said that he had the best possible sister, No room for improvement.
He was so proud of you and the life she was making with Rob and the kids. He felt like it helped balance out all the struggles your Mom and I had to go through with him.
Tim was a Grandson.
He had a special relationship with my father. Here’s what Tim wrote:
“My grandfather’s name was Wilbur Maurer. He lived in Illinois, in a town called Paris (population 9000). He was a veteran of the Battle of the Bulge and spent most of his life working hard, including tough physical labor, in construction.
He and his father were responsible for several impressive brick buildings that still stand in Illinois. As a young child, I always looked forward to seeing him. He was extraordinarily creative, always working on some project or inventing something. (His motto: If you’re bored, you have no imagination”) He was also funny, a font of jokes that, at 11, I thought were spasm- inducing hilarious and many of which I still tell today.
I was a curious kid and would sometimes ask my grandpa questions that got us into some of the most amazing conversations I’ve ever had. He had strong, mostly liberal views that contributed greatly to the formation of the opinions I hold today. Sometimes I thought he was a genius, other times I thought he was crazy, but I always listened, eyes wide, inquisitive, sucking on some of Grandma’s sugarless candy.
My grandfather died in July of 2000. His passing was a tremendous loss to me and my family. In the time I spent with him I learned three important lessons: to always keep an open mind, never to believe anything just because someone else says I should, and that it’s ok to laugh at dirty jokes.”
