Week after week I sit down and watch “Lost” on the TV I inherited from Tim when he died. Each time I watch the show I find more reasons why Sawyer reminds me of him.
I don’t know how the rest of you cope with death, but I have to keep Tim alive in my thoughts. In this instance, I like to play out the scenario of how he would react over my Tim/Sawyer comparison. He would be so pissed off at me, but then go home, watch the show and find he was secretly flattered. He, of course, would never admit he had watched the show. Tim was a complete bad ass with a softer side that would have made any mother proud.
Every Thursday after the show ends, I want to cry because I desperately miss my friend. I hold back my tears and vow never to watch the stupid show again, but I always do because for one hour every week Tim seems close… and I need that.