He really was one of a kind   A visionary, a head of his time.   He brought smiles to every face he met   He would touch you in a way you could not forget   He always seemed to be so alive   Knowing we would somehow survive   There was an up-side to every event   A reason it happened…something was meant   He grew up in conditions that would scare us   He would go to school in a bullet-proof bus   But all of these things helped shape him   from a boy…to a man named Tim   Helping the world, a person at a time   He really was one of a kind.   But all good things must come to an end…   or so he said as he laid on the bed   The doctors were not sure what to say   he told me don’t worry, he’d be alright anyway.   Why do we miss him so very much?   When we should be happy that we were all touched.   Now he’s up there looking down here…   knowing that we all really care.   I hope to see him again sometime   I hope he knows that I’m doing just fine.