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Curious incident of the DJ in the nighttime

In January 2022 I found myself alone with no visitors (pandemic times) in a London hospital, recovering from ankle surgery. I had missed the last step on a stone staircase and did not yet have a crystal ball to see my recovery. I would move past the situation in time, walking unassisted two months later… Continue reading Curious incident of the DJ in the nighttime

Time for the Eddie Bauer blankets

It’s November and I found myself getting out the “Tim blankets” I had stored for the winter: one maroon Eddie Bauer blanket from Tim and an identical one in James Taylor’s “deep greens and blues” given to us by Seana in Tim’s memory. My brother loved these blankets and — like anything he loved —… Continue reading Time for the Eddie Bauer blankets

Brighter

Some people live in darkness Their whole life through I just know that I’d have been one of them If it hadn’t been for you Now, sometimes I feel afraid As we all tend to do But I think of the loving good times we’ve had And I know we’re gonna make it through —… Continue reading Brighter

I never forgot him

What a great guy Tim Hartnett was. I have nothing but the fondest memories of this man. Always sweet and nice, to a fault. Tim and I go way back to our shared early childhood in Newton Highlands, MA. When I was in elementary school or possibly even nursery school, one day I said to… Continue reading I never forgot him

Parting

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. Khalil Gibran, The Prophet. I read The Prophet at the impressionable age of fourteen. Many passages rang true and this one… Continue reading Parting

Play

Tim had a lovely and playful way of being in the world. As siblings we poked and prodded at each other a great deal. He was always ready for the kind of rough and tumble play that brings out the inner child in all of us. His sense of physical play didn’t leave him in… Continue reading Play

Doing our own moves

[Photo credit: Shaun Heffernan] What I love about this photo is our sense of playfulness ! It was taken at Rubin and Blakeley Remillard’s wedding. Our exuberance is palpable. Each of the sibs are doing their own moves and yet there is a sense of us as a group – family. Tim could make any… Continue reading Doing our own moves

B and J’s and special days

[Photo credit: Shaun Heffernan] Selfishly speaking, I loved “Michaela Armstrong Day” when Tim and I shared adventures. He would ask me what I wanted to do (even if he didn’t want to do it) and we would be off. Sometimes we stayed in the North Country, like the time we went hiking at High Falls… Continue reading B and J’s and special days

Positive and modest

My brother’s outlook was a blend of so many positive and modest expectations. Most of the things he enjoyed most cost very little. Tim loved the place he lived with no thought that he could be in a better place. Family, friendships, a good conversation, a walk with his many dogs, a dip in the… Continue reading Positive and modest