Well, that didn't take long. Last night I had little dreams about Tim in which he was doing exciting things that all ended with his early demise. I think one if them he was a spy running from bad guys. There were probably about eight little vignettes, and in each one he was playing a role. For some reason I woke up thinking "The Life and Times of Tucker Thompson". Anyway, the one that is still so clear to me, he was hanging on for all he was worth to the side of a gangster style car, as it was careening around a ridge. They were obviously running moonshine. He was hanging on to that car and when he passed by (either me or the camera, I'm not sure which) he flung his arm out and in it he had this beautiful white fedora that he seemed to be waving at me. He had the biggest, toothiest smile on his face and I could tell it was the most fun he had ever had.
I'd like to think that is truly the way he went to heaven. Lickety-split, no stops, enjoying the journey with a huge smile on his face. That's how he lived his life.