Timmy, I gave your dad a book for his birthday last year called, "Christ and the Cowboy" by Kenneth Wyatt..It's filled with Inspirational poetry from a cowboy's perspective on faith and family.I hope that you or your sister get the opportunity to read it someday. There are so many poems in the book that I believe you can relate to,where your dad is concerned. Tim was a true cowboy through and through, as you already know. Enjoy it. Cathe

The Deal The horses had been saddled earlier, in the grey of the dawn with no words spoken. As one, the two men rose from where they each sat, knowing the time had come. The campfire embers were all that remained from the long night of memories relived. The last of the coffee was thrown to the coals from tin cups worn shiny from constant use. These were men who had forged a friendship with hearts of iron, into a brotherhood of steel . With backs against each other, they had stood the best and worst of life's enduring trail. With horses side by side, in saddles of worn leather, one last look was shared across an endless land that had long been mistress to both. Across sun faded saddlehorns, a handshake was given to honor the deal made last night. A wink from one, a slight grin from the other. A pull of a right rein from one, to the left for the other. For my friend and brother, the trail's end was near but for me it would come later. In time, we would meet again, both upon winged horses and with new country to ride. It was the deal and I looked forward to it.....>monte<

Each time I've read these posts, I have delayed posting something myself mostly because I could not see for the tears in my eyes. I met Tim in June of this year at an ES trail ride. Tim rode up behind me at our campsite and was talking to someone about his horse that the vet had diagnosed as "lame." Tim commented that the horse wasn't lame and maybe he should get a new vet. I asked him if a doctor tells ya you have cancer do you just get a new doctor?" Tim paused a moment, smiled and said "that's an idea." Little did I know he did have cancer. When I found out, I apoligized to Tim profusely. Tim laughed and never made me feel bad about the stupid comment I made. I attended a couple of parties at Tim's house and as others have said he welcomed me as though he had known me for years. He was truly a person who never met a stranger. The time that I will truly treasure is when Tim was in the hospital about a month ago. I called him to see if he was up for a visitor. He told me to come on up. I asked if I could bring anything and he said no. I got a message on the way to the hospital that he wanted a strawberry shake from Sonic. I picked up one for Tom, who was visiting at the time, Tim and me. Tom, Tim and I sat and chatted for couple of hours as we drank our shakes. At one point, I started to rub Tim's neck. He told me that he loved to be tickled. Tim lied down and I tickled his arms, legs, and feet as we continued to talk. Tim said that he felt the power of touch was very healing. He kept apologizing to me for his skin being dried from the chemo and radiation and his feet being dirty, but he didn’t understand that didn’t matter to me. Tim had been in the hospital for about 2 weeks. The next day Tim was released from the hospital. It made me think about how powerful touch can be – I know that just touching Tim made quite an impact on me. I gained as much from tickling Tim that night as he did. I left that night thinking this is a man who has given so much to so many and the only thing he ever asked in return was for someone to touch him. I will always cherish the night that I just sat and talked to Tim and tickled him. Young Tim, I have never lost anyone truly close to me and this is something that is impacting my life as I am sure it is many others. I want to thank you for sharing with us what you are going thru. My heart goes out to you and your family. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. May God bless you with wonderful memories of the good times you’ve had with your father and ease the pain of your loss. Your father has touched so many lives, so many lonely souls. I feel very fortunate that I was one of them. Timmers, good ride cowboy, good ride! May peace be with you. Kim (Kimber463)

Timmy, What an awesome song ya'll recorded..one that I'm sure will always bring you great memories. Though we will all carry on after your dad acquires his cross, it, nor him, will not be soon forgotten. You're extremely fortunate to have so many wonderful memories with your dad!

My Dad played guitar as long as I can remember. I started in '82 when he taught me Iron Man & the theme from James Bond. In '97 when my Mom died Jamie & I moved from Cali. out to Texas....Sometime in the latter part of that year my Dad & I went to see Robin Trower a long time hero of ours. Seeing him put the guitar bug back into both of us. My Dad bought himself a white Strat with a maple neck.....basically the guitar Hendrix played at Woodstock. We both started playin' again.......alot. in 2001 I wanted to start a band I couldn't find a damn person.....I have to admit I'm a little on the picky side?! I asked my Dad if he'd play Bass? Somewhat offended.....he agreed. He bought a Bass.......We soon found out that ALL along my Dad WAS a bass player!!! The band grew & took shape. We began gigging regularly in Deep Ellum moving our way up the ranks as far as clubs go. By 2003 it had run it's course but not before my Father lived a life long dream to stand on large stages & play for people who knew the words to & sang along to original songs that we had written. Here is one of the tunes that we recorded.......Service Road http://home.comcast.net/~tim.okeefe/Service_Road.mp3 The picture is from the 2003 Dallas Guitar Show at Fair Park where we played on Gibson's Main Stage Which I have to say is a fair accomplishment in itself. Theresa......I know you were there!!! : ) http://www.lilypix.com/photos/data/02e74f10e0327ad868d138f2b4fdd6f0/349_p20434.jpeg I hope you enjoy!!! timmy

Hi ya'll, It's Beverly. Yes, it is really me. Well, what is there to say, you guys have said it all. What a man, a friend, a confidant we are losing. It's really hard for me to believe this day has come, as I am the eternal optimist and knew that we had more time. My heart is heavy and very, very sad. As sad as I am, Tim and I always talked that if he couldn't get past the tremendous pain he was in, he wanted to go on. He will be finally "pain free". With that in mind, memories........boy do we all have "grand" memories of and with Tim. Tim and I have had a blast over the past year. We went to Playa Del Carmen and laid on the beach and sang and danced at night. We went to see his brother Denny, and his wife in Oregon for a week. What a special time that was, as Kristen and her son came too. We had countless times talking the night away. As you all know, we are both very quiet! LOL! (Once I even impressed people by standing on my head.) We have even spent a night "running" around the yard chasing Chances at a party. That bench outside holds a special place for us, along with the new building. The Shania singers and the pole dancers.....as immature as that all is, that was Tim's favorite part. He talks about that every time we talk about a party. Somehow, HE thought we were cute! Warpony and her carriage rides, the garage in the morning, the garage at night. Too many dogs, not enough dogs, Sophie, Sophie dancing with Tim, Tim buying Sophie a dress, (oh my!)Tim "putting Sophie down for a nap". Oh you have to laugh at that mental image. ....All of the wonderful people that have come from across the nation & Canada to be at Tim's party, you are all special. The funny thing is that Tim has never understood the magnitude of what he has done for us all. He just thought he gave us all a place to play. We will do some of these things again in Tim's memory, and the memories and stories of the past 3 years will live on forever as we retell them and retell them again and again. And we will laugh about them without tears, as some day it won't hurt so much. Timmy & Kristen, I hope you find some comfort in all of us that love your dad. He is the most unselfish, genuine, kind man I have ever known. When that day comes, we will be sad for ourselves, but he will be in a better place. You have been through a lot. Your dad would want you to go on and celebrate his life. Keep putting one foot in front of the other and you guys will be okay. And again, if you need "ANYTHING", you know you can always ask any of us, and we will be there to help you. I am glad you are on here sharing your dad with us. So Tim, we love you, I love you. I will miss and remember you forever. Bevie

Timmy Pard : You are a son that anyone would be proud to call son . Lots of us have come to know and love your dad. Know that you all are in our prayers and thoughts . Some of us will be gathering in Vegas this weekend but know that we all will be thinking of your dad , raising a glass and sheding a tear. We all will miss your dad as I am sure you and your sister will , but remember the good times son . Your friend Washy (steve )

"Timmmy, I was blown away by the lyrics! I believe, that which comes from the heart, reaches the heart. I'm glad you are on here sharing with us. I think it brings everyone a great deal of comfort. Thank you... Marcia " Marcia - That song was written & recorded by Conway Twitty......I don't listen to much country....really just the old stuff. I was workin' one day...not long after my Dad was diagnosed. The photographer I was workin' for on this particular day has ecclectic tastes(similar to me actually) I'll never forget....i was cleanin' up after we had finished our shoot & this song came on. I didn't really listen to the words until a couple of weeks later when I downloaded it off of iTunes. I have listened to this song so many times. As a Father & a Son.......It almost ALWAYS brings tears to my eye timmy

TIM, Thank you for dancing into my life that first day I joined ES. When I got to my first TIMMER FEST party, I was sooooo scared but you made me feel so welcome and you made sure that I had a good time. You are the reason that I have stayed on ES and you are the reason that I don't ever want to leave. Ever since that day, you and I have become such good friends and I am gonna miss you so much. I sit here with tears running like a water faucet with selfish saddness and with tears of happiness. Selfish because I will miss playing with you in chat, but happiness because you will soon be in heaven watching over all of us ES nuts. May GOD continue to bless you, Timmy, Kristen, & Bev........I love you TIMMERS! RADIO / BARBI

I find my self replying yet again. Like so many others I find that my heart is sad. I met Timmer only once and there's so many things I regret not saying.I regret too that now I won't see him for a while longer nor going to one of his parties. He and I became close despite not always being close as far as distance. Young Tim.. your dad was one special guy, one that I'll always consider my Big Bro. I remember the first time I saw Timmer in person there in Covington (Tx). He walked up and said "You don't know who I am do you ." or some such. Next thing I know he buys some tequila as do I. When I looked for my drink it was done gone! Dang Tim had done swallowed my drink on down. Natuarlly I had him buy the next one for me. I always said I'd go to a Timmer party one day. I didn't git the chance. I member too that every time I said I was fugly and he was in earshot.. he'd say no your not.. now stop. I made a promise like amother friend said. I promise you Timothy that I won't put myself down any more and that we will see each other again and have the wildest loudest party ever when we ride that range up yonder! Timmy...if you need anything let me know.. Kota