I remember Tim fondly as both my boyhood mentor and good-natured tormentor. When he was not explaining the intricacies of rocket aerodynamics (he had great plans to launch one) in eye-glazing detail, or coaching me through some byzantine chess moves, or dreaming up my less than flattering nicknames, then there was always time for Fear Factor-type athletic endeavours. I learned to throw the perfect spiral pass to Tim as hulking brother Mike bore down upon me with utter menace. And to catch Tim's furious fastball pitches, the ball exploding in my shaking catcher's mitt. I don't know if it was Tim's intention, but these and other sporting activities helped me learn to face fear head on! They certainly provided no end of amusement to the Whitehead brothers!! Those were wonderful times in our little Woodstock neighbourhood. I am very grateful to Tim and his family for those memories. As we live our lives, we encounter remarkable people who make an indelible impression. I would say that Tim was the first in that category for me. I am saddened to hear of his passing, and cannot imagine the feeling of loss that surely every member of his family is experiencing. I hope it will be some small comfort to them knowing that Tim made a difference to those lucky enough to have called him friend. Patrick