From Brad Browne

Dear Michelle,

You and I have never met, and I only had the privilege of knowing Timothy a short while. but from the first time I met him, in the company of David Powell, at the Bristol Pointe mail boxes, I could tell he was a man of God. What a sweet, sweet nature. I looked forward to each of the following times we met and chatted, and was disappointed when he wasn't at the mail boxes when I was. I was shocked when David told me that Timothy had passed. Even in the few times he and I met, I knew he was someone I wanted to know better.

He was happily surprised when I told him my son had attended the U. of Alabama in Tuscaloosa.

Michelle, I want to pass on to you this poem titled The Dash by Linda Ellis. I've read it at several funerals and memorial services at our church. I hope it has the same meaning for you that has ministered to so many others. I'm giving a hard copy of it to David to give to you. I read of a preacher who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone

From the beginning . . . To the end.

He noted that first came the date of his birth,

And spoke of the following date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time

That he spent alive on Earth.

And now only those who loved him

Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;

The cars. . . The house. . . The cash;

What matters is how we live and love,

And how we spend our dash. . .

From the little time Timothy and I spent conversing, it was obvious to me, he spent his dash superbly. I'm very sorry for your loss.

~ Brad Browne