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Our Precious Tim
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Timothy Edward Quinn,4 year old Son of Robert "Clayton" and Margaret"Peggy"Owens Quinn died February 23,1977 in Presbyterian Hospital Charlotte NC. At the time of Tim's death he was survived by his maternal Grandparents Paul and Rosemary Owens of Cleveland Ohio,and his baby sister whom he really loved, Christie. 35 days after Tim's death, Robin Marie, the sister that Tim was SO excited about, was born
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Tim was born with with an extra finger on each hand, just like his Dad and Sisters,if you look closely at some of the pictures you can see the little nubs. Tims favorate TV Shows were "Happy Days" mainly the Fonze, and "The Price is Right" where it like to play Bob Barker and hollar Come on Down
Timmy was preceeded in death by his paternal Grandparents
Robert and Pearl Quinn of Gastonia, NC.
Timmy's Maternal Grandmother Rosemary Owens passed away in 1993 and her ashes were spread across Timmy's grave as she had requested.
His paternal Grandfather Paul Owens died in 1979 2 years 2 months and 2 days after Tim's death
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“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”
― Bhavya Kaushik, The Other Side of the Bed
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again
(The Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer)
~In the quiet of the evening we sit and think of you, I open up my memory book, of the things we used to do, and as we turn the pages, our eyes are filled with tears, for, although we have our memories, we can't hold back the years~
Our Precious Tim
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Timothy Edward Quinn,4 year old Son of Robert "Clayton" and Margaret"Peggy"Owens Quinn died February 23,1977 in Presbyterian Hospital Charlotte NC. At the time of Tim's death he was survived by his maternal Grandparents Paul and Rosemary Owens of Cleveland Ohio,and his baby sister whom he really loved, Christie. 35 days after Tim's death, Robin Marie, the sister that Tim was SO excited about, was born
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Tim was born with with an extra finger on each hand, just like his Dad and Sisters,if you look closely at some of the pictures you can see the little nubs. Tims favorate TV Shows were "Happy Days" mainly the Fonze, and "The Price is Right" where it like to play Bob Barker and hollar Come on Down
Timmy was preceeded in death by his paternal Grandparents
Robert and Pearl Quinn of Gastonia, NC.
Timmy's Maternal Grandmother Rosemary Owens passed away in 1993 and her ashes were spread across Timmy's grave as she had requested.
His paternal Grandfather Paul Owens died in 1979 2 years 2 months and 2 days after Tim's death
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“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”
― Bhavya Kaushik, The Other Side of the Bed
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again
(The Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer)
~In the quiet of the evening we sit and think of you, I open up my memory book, of the things we used to do, and as we turn the pages, our eyes are filled with tears, for, although we have our memories, we can't hold back the years~
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Our Precious Tim
•*¨*•.¸¸♥♥¸.•*¨*♥♥¨*•.¸¸♥♥¸.•*¨*•
Timothy Edward Quinn,4 year old Son of Robert "Clayton" and Margaret"Peggy"Owens Quinn died February 23,1977 in Presbyterian Hospital Charlotte NC. At the time of Tim's death he was survived by his maternal Grandparents Paul and Rosemary Owens of Cleveland Ohio,and his baby sister whom he really loved, Christie. 35 days after Tim's death, Robin Marie, the sister that Tim was SO excited about, was born
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Tim was born with with an extra finger on each hand, just like his Dad and Sisters,if you look closely at some of the pictures you can see the little nubs. Tims favorate TV Shows were "Happy Days" mainly the Fonze, and "The Price is Right" where it like to play Bob Barker and hollar Come on Down
Timmy was preceeded in death by his paternal Grandparents
Robert and Pearl Quinn of Gastonia, NC.
Timmy's Maternal Grandmother Rosemary Owens passed away in 1993 and her ashes were spread across Timmy's grave as she had requested.
His paternal Grandfather Paul Owens died in 1979 2 years 2 months and 2 days after Tim's death
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“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”
― Bhavya Kaushik, The Other Side of the Bed
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again
(The Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer)
~In the quiet of the evening we sit and think of you, I open up my memory book, of the things we used to do, and as we turn the pages, our eyes are filled with tears, for, although we have our memories, we can't hold back the years~
Our Precious Tim
•*¨*•.¸¸♥♥¸.•*¨*♥♥¨*•.¸¸♥♥¸.•*¨*•
Timothy Edward Quinn,4 year old Son of Robert "Clayton" and Margaret"Peggy"Owens Quinn died February 23,1977 in Presbyterian Hospital Charlotte NC. At the time of Tim's death he was survived by his maternal Grandparents Paul and Rosemary Owens of Cleveland Ohio,and his baby sister whom he really loved, Christie. 35 days after Tim's death, Robin Marie, the sister that Tim was SO excited about, was born
•*¨*•.¸¸♥♥¸.•*¨*♥♥¨*•.¸¸♥♥¸.•*¨*•
Tim was born with with an extra finger on each hand, just like his Dad and Sisters,if you look closely at some of the pictures you can see the little nubs. Tims favorate TV Shows were "Happy Days" mainly the Fonze, and "The Price is Right" where it like to play Bob Barker and hollar Come on Down
Timmy was preceeded in death by his paternal Grandparents
Robert and Pearl Quinn of Gastonia, NC.
Timmy's Maternal Grandmother Rosemary Owens passed away in 1993 and her ashes were spread across Timmy's grave as she had requested.
His paternal Grandfather Paul Owens died in 1979 2 years 2 months and 2 days after Tim's death
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“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”
― Bhavya Kaushik, The Other Side of the Bed
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again
(The Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer)
~In the quiet of the evening we sit and think of you, I open up my memory book, of the things we used to do, and as we turn the pages, our eyes are filled with tears, for, although we have our memories, we can't hold back the years~
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