December 15, 2009
I am rarely moved like this. But I miss Tim. It is not because I spent a lot of time with him. I am retired now and I would see Tim once and a while at the grocery store. We would bring each other up to date. Years ago, when I was organizing my fellow security guards at the Boston Museum of Fine arts, Tim and Jason Pramas went way out of their way to give me help and advice. Tim came to our demonstrations, too. But I don’t think that is the reason I feel the way I do. I think it is because there was something so intensely human about him. A sweetness. An intrinsic, primal quality of love. He was an angel person. A saint of social action.