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David Richard Timm, A Marine Who Fought To The End, passed away on June 8, 2014. He had celebrated the 44th anniversary of his 39th birthday. "Never forget your birthday, you need to know it if you get sick," mine's Jan. 28th 1931.
I was the son of Irvin and Meta Timm (stepmother Clara). I have gone home to heaven to join my first wife, Frances Marie Griesbach. We were married on June 20th, 1956. She preceded me in death on Feb. 2nd, 1995. As Frances took her last breaths, I whispered "see you in heaven."
Some years later, while pursuing my hobby of collecting antiques, on Jan. 24th, I met an antique I really like, Virginia Becher. We were married on May 28, 2001. As hard as it is to leave Ginger behind, I know her children will watch over her for me.
I was born on a cold winter day in the midst of the Great Depression. I grew up in the Town of Freedom with my brother Bob (or did we grow up? We still enjoyed toy trains), exploring the shores of Duck Creek. I attended Maple Grove School and the Moravian Church. Then high school and next the Marine Corps. Frances and I raised our four children on the family farm in the Town of Osborn. After losing Frances, I found a second love, Ginger. I have been blessed with so many. Including my four children, Allen (Jean), Sally (special friend Art), Ken (Joanne), and Kathy. My 6 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren, Becky (Eric) Stephani and their daughters, Bella and Audri; Cheri (Ryan) Klussendorf and their sons, Kale, Owen and Max; Eric (Erica) Timm; Amanda, Mark and Kelly Timm. My one and only sibling (and fellow Packer fan) Robert (Carol) Timm and their children, Patty, Jeff, Kevin and Amy, and their families. Virginia's eight children: Sharon, Conrad, Jesse, Randall (deceased), Bonnie, Julie, Dorothy, Lance, and their families. And many very special in-laws from both marriages.
When you stopped in for a visit during my antique years, you likely saw me wearing a tattered flannel shirt and patched blue jeans. I'd be on my computer looking for tractors or trains, but more than happy to sit on the porch and talk about the good ol'days.
Being a gentle man who lived a quiet life, it is my wish not to have a funeral. If you find yourself reflecting about me, take a walk in the country. Feel the breeze, the sun, and the gentle rains. Soak in the smells and enjoy the sounds. On a hot humid day you really can hear the corn grow. Walk in the field, you'll hear it crackle. At night if you look to the sky, you'll see the lights of heaven shining through the stars. Enjoy what God has given us.
We have angels among us. The family, friends, and neighbors, who show up when it snows or the grass gets too long, or your just not up to getting the mail or paper. Somehow they notice. They do your pills and bills, so all that stays straight. They even take the garbage out. The dished get caught up and the house a little cleaner. You'll find them in the healthcare workers that when you are sick, a daughter who is at your side, just because you asked her to be. They do all this without 'stepping on a man's toes'. I want to thank all of my angels.
Every farmer puts his land to rest for the winter. On springs horizon it is brought back to life. God has put this farmer to rest, and with a spring in his step, Iris in hand, he walks the horizon to a new life.
On the way home from treatments, Dad would say "Let me known when we are on the final stretch to home-sweet-home." You're on that final stretch Dad.
David will be laid to rest with a graveside service at 2 p.m. on Saturday, June 14, 2014 at St. John Parish Cemetery, Seymour, with Fr. Bob Kabat officiating. A celebration of Dave's life and dinner will follow at Doxbee's. Muehl-Boettcher Funeral Home, Seymour, is assisting the family with arrangements.
In lieu of flowers a memorial fund has been established in Dave's memory.
Online condolences may be expressed at www.muehlboettcher.com
Muehl Boettcher Funeral Home
358 South Main Street
Seymour, WI 54165
Published in Green Bay Press-Gazette on June 10, 2014