You go to bed at night counting your blessings not realizing that one of them will go to be with their maker while you sleep.  I fell hard for Tim Wilson.  I joked with the girls that if that man said to pack up and go with him I'd follow him anywhere.  He was a modern cowboy who would camp out in the parking lot just because he was passing through town.  Sometimes he'd stay for a few days, his pants baggier each day than the one before.  He observed and listened, but when he opened his mouth everybody shut up because when Tim Wilson spoke, you listened.  I'm grateful to have gotten to know him, and saddened that our acquaintence ended so soon.

Forever grateful,