Timothy J. Donovan

I know his Mom Peggy, I worked with her at Zurich. I just heard and my heart goes out to Peggy. She always talked about her Timmy. God Bless you Peggy, I miss you and love you. God Bless

Timmy - it's so hard to believe I haven't seen you in 20 years, especially when our childhoods were so intertwined. These past few days, I was reflecting on all of those years and it brought back so many fond memories from our days at Montessori, or nagging your mom to hurry up making the amazing cheesy mashed potatoes (who you affectionately called Mama Dukes), or hanging out every Friday night at SRB to BBQ dinner or spending every Chrismas Eve with the Moorhouses, Costins and DiBetittos well into our high school years guessing who would be Santa that year.

When we were little you were like an older brother to me - Ill never forget the time we drove you to Vermont to snowboard/ski and you annoyed me the entire way there in the back seat of the car (and my parents yelled at me), or when your Dad bought you the HUGE dirt bike and I was so nervous for you to ride it, but you were so proud to show it off. There were countless high school parties where you were always there lurking around the corner looking out for me with the typical Timmy smirk.

It's crazy how much time has passed, and I am sorry that we won't have the chance to see each other again in this lifetime. Thank you for the memories.

Mr. Donovan, Mrs. Donovan, Kathy, Andrew and Scarlet - words can't express how truly sorry and sad I am for you all. Much love to you all.