Tim’s first day home after turning to Iraq was just a week after his lil sis was born. Sissy, as we fondly call her, was named Cheryl Ann Maxine after her Aunt and Great Grandmother. She took on the name Sissy within minutes after her birth when her brother Sean called her Sissy. Since then he calls her fuss as I’m sure you can figure out why.
For a few months after Tim’s accident I would notice Sissy staring into one direction or another and smiling as if she could see Tim. Did she – probably not but it’s nice to think that he is watching over her.
I understand some of Tim’s buddies were upset because I had his ribbons removed from his uniform before they closed the casket. I want to send out my deepest regrets and apologize for this action as I was unaware that it meant any sort of disrespect. As a mother I wanted to keep these mementos and did not realize I was going to receive these in his flag case. I do hope you all can understand and accept this apology. If I had a chance to undo just one wrong I have ever done in my whole life it would be this action.
Tim loved music so I knew I had to play a song during his funeral. The only song that came to mind was Arms Wide Open by Creed because this is how Tim greeted everyone he ever met. I can’t recall a single person Tim did not like.
Tim wanted as many friends as possible starting from a very young age. Tim was never afraid of strangers and he would talk to everyone. Neighbors loved him as did anyone that ever met him.
During his funeral I asked that God accepted Tim as he accepted everyone he ever knew – With Arms Wide Open!
I only went out drinking with Tim once and he was well behaved but I have heard enough stories (most from Tim) to know that if anything was going to kill him it would be alcohol poisoning. I tried to teach him about moderation but I don’t think that word was a part of his life. If Tim did something he went all out doing it. When I see this picture I wonder if it was a warning sign… lol
For those of you that don’t know on November 25th, 2006 my oldest son Timothy Neal Thompson was tragically taken from us at a young age of 22. The most important lesson I have learned from all of this is that life is all about the memories we leave behind. I know Tim took some awesome memories with him to whatever lies beyond this life. This site is for his family and friends to share their memories of him.
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Tim’s first day home after turning to Iraq was just a week after his lil sis was born. Sissy, as we fondly call her, was named Cheryl Ann Maxine after her Aunt and Great Grandmother. She took on the name Sissy within minutes after her birth when her brother Sean called her Sissy. Since then he calls her fuss as I’m sure you can figure out why.
