Timmy always called me little brother. As kids we were the typical siblings. We would be fighting one minute and laughing about stupid stuff the next. I will never forget when we lived in Oak Creek it was a barren wasteland (1955 ). Our younger days were building snow forts together. We took turns mowing the Grass for our dad (Ollie). It was a Huge yard front and back. It took us most of a day to do! Tim was beside himself because he wanted to get to the makeshift baseball diamond. This chore business was cramping his style!!! I remember how Tim looked so forward to our family vacation to a cabin up north near Eagle River. It was very tranquill and very little for Timmy to do. We had to make our own fun and we did. We had alot of laughs on those hip Bear outings our dad insisted we do. Not everyone knows the thrill sitting at a Dump (literally) waiting for some dopey bears to show up. All and all good times.
So here we are big brother. You have been blessed with a beautiful family. I knew you were one of the Special Dads who gave it his all. I thank you Timmy for so many things that went unsaid. I love you and will miss you. Do they have baseball teams in Heaven?
Love little brother Mark
Posted by Mark Jacobi
Tuesday October 3, 2017 at 4:09 am