From the eyes of his Little sister~

Cassandra Mulholland

Mrs. Montgomery

English

21, September 2011

Timothy

My seventeen year old brother with brown hair and big brown eyes was my best friend six months ago. His name was Timothy William Mulholland. In some cases he was my dad. Tim, Chelsea (my older sister), Kayla (my oldest sister), Faith (my little sister), my mom and I have all lived in the same house since I was born thirteen years ago. We have made many memories on these streets.

I have eight main memories or things I remember about Timothy. It all started when I was about three years old. My step dad, Ray, was going to teach me how to ride a bike. I went outside to where Ray was working on his truck, like any other dad, and I had my bike, knee pads, elbow pads everything all ready to go. I said “Daddy teach me how to ride my bike now I am all ready,” meanwhile I had the biggest smile on my face I was so excited. In response to me my dad said “Okay now ride down the hill on your bike.” I was very confused considering I had no idea how to ride my bike. I went inside and tell my mom what happened and she said “Here let me and brother help you learn.” We went to the bottom of the hill and Tim said “ Okay Cassie get on your bike its okay I am holding it.” I got on my bike very cautiously. Tim starts to push the bike and of course I fall a few times but eventually Tim lets go and I am riding all by myself.

Another adventure I remember very well is when me, Faith, and Tim would play in the snow. Tim would always play in the snow with us. We would make igloos, snowmen, snow woman. We had the most fun times in the snow I had my whole life. The best thing we did in the snow had to have been sledding. We would go so fast down the hills. We would make jumps, curves, walls, anything you can think of to make out of snow while sledding we made it. He made every thing we did so fun. The thing I like most about sledding with Tim is he always made it go so fast. He did that with everything bikes, sleds, and go carts which leads me to my next memory. He would always take me and Faith on rides and go so fast. We would go all around our neighborhood and Tim would be the crazy boy he always was.

Once we got older our conversations and ideas of fun things became different. I was then in seventh grade and I had a boyfriend. Tim was a senior in high school and was constantly telling me that he would hurt my boyfriend if I got hurt. Tim was so protective and though I got hurt by many people that year I never told him cause Lord knows what he would do. Most of the times that Tim was being protective and talking to me happened in his car. Tim's car was very unique though he loved it so much. He called it his “Smurf Mobile” because it looked like something a giant smurf would drive. It was baby blue and covered in stickers on the back window. Everyone made fun of him but he never cared.

One of the most recent memories I have was when Tim introduced me to Kristine, his new girlfriend, she soon became very close family to us and we called her our sister. After one and a half years had gone by of them being off and on he finally broke up with her and found a new girl. Her name was Victoria Guinn. They started to date and everyone who knew Tim well enough knew that she was no good for him. Timothy started doing drugs more often with her and got caught drunk at school and was into bad things. Finally he listened to all of us and broke up with her though they were still great friends. A couple of months after they broke up Tim wanted to get back together with Kristine and that is what he did.

A beautiful Sunday afternoon Tori texted Tim saying I just got a new Nissan 350z wanna take a ride in it? Of course Tim said yes. He met her at the McDonalds on Broadway and got in her race car. Tim wanted to go to Kristine’s house to ask her parents for permission to take her to prom like the gentleman he was. They went the long way which went over Newtown Road in Placerville. Tori was going approximately one hundred miles per hour and lost control of the car. She went off the road and hit three trees ripping off the passenger side of the car killing my brother at 3:19pm March 27, 2011. Tim snapped his neck killing him instantly.

I did not find out that my best friend, brother, and dad was dead until about 11:30 that night. It was the most heart breaking moment I had ever felt. It felt unbelievably real. I could not grasp the understanding of why and how an amazing man like Tim had gotten taken from this earth. For weeks I watched my mom lay on the floor crying her heart out. At his memorial seven hundred people showed up. He was a very loved young man.

Now I have a journal to him and I write in it every time I am upset and miss him and have no one to talk to. Also every month on the twenty seventh me, my mom, and Faith, all go shopping and do things we used to do with Tim. On his birthday, September 4^th we wrote messages on balloons and released them in to the air then went and had a party for him. Also that day I went to see the tree he died on for the first time and six months later there are still pieces of the car on the ground.

I have to say the things I miss most about my brother is having someone I can tell all my secrets to, driving in his car every morning listening to his extremely inappropriate music, and having someone who I know really loved me and would always be there for me cause I don't really have these things anymore. The thing I learned form having Tim die was that anyone you love can be taken in just a matter of seconds and to always tell them that you love them. The last three words I told Tim was “I love you” and I am so happy I did. Now I hope everyone who read this and has someone they love dearly never tell them you hate them and always say you love them.