James Timothy Holloway is the way it is on his birth record but he liked going by Timothy James.Son of John Daniel Holloway and Electra June DeMerritt.Tim was a hard
worker loved to travel and go camping.And go to the ocean
and other places in his adventures.He meant Sandra in 1999 and married her April 1,1999 They liked a lot of the same things and got a long well.
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To my loveing brother that I should have spent more time with.I well aways regret not spending more time with you.None of us get a second time around to make things right.I well miss you.Love Dave
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In Loveing Memory of My Dad Timothy James Holloway
Dec 5,1947-March 22,2009
By Kimberly Holloway
A newborns first breath starts with time.
You left the world when it was your time.
A hell raiser with a motor cycle when you met mom at 27
you became my dad in spring-time
You took me to places near and far like Enchanted Village,
Wild Waves,Oregon Coast,you took me to Disney Land three or
four times.
You'd pick me up in your ancient boats on wheels that barely made it,but you always arrived in a clean shirt with coffee stains on time.
You never had money for the fancy things in life you'd say,but you arrived at my house in a rented limo to take me to the airport that one time.
You believed in luck,that maybe you could win a million, so
we played scratch tickets and did pull-tabs at the bowling
alleys several times.
You loved me right to the gut;I knew that with all my heart.You never could let me down,you'd spend the time.
You did love your winston's full flavors and your Bloody Mary's that's no lie,on our weekends you held off the beer at night time.
You believed I could become a singer at the age 4,you recorded me with a mic that rocky mountain music song,do you remember the time?
You took me to the the Space Needle to fine dine at the top of the needle,you took my to the amusement parks to ride bumper cars in summer-time.
I had a full life with you,but time brings out the sun and the rain,the thief of life is time.
My Dad taught me to make time,to spend time,to take time out to have a good time.time yields us time.
My memory of you Dad well live on with time,but I don't believe we ever heal with time,we just adjust with time.
I well always know you were there for me.
The essence of life is time.
worker loved to travel and go camping.And go to the ocean
and other places in his adventures.He meant Sandra in 1999 and married her April 1,1999 They liked a lot of the same things and got a long well.
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To my loveing brother that I should have spent more time with.I well aways regret not spending more time with you.None of us get a second time around to make things right.I well miss you.Love Dave
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In Loveing Memory of My Dad Timothy James Holloway
Dec 5,1947-March 22,2009
By Kimberly Holloway
A newborns first breath starts with time.
You left the world when it was your time.
A hell raiser with a motor cycle when you met mom at 27
you became my dad in spring-time
You took me to places near and far like Enchanted Village,
Wild Waves,Oregon Coast,you took me to Disney Land three or
four times.
You'd pick me up in your ancient boats on wheels that barely made it,but you always arrived in a clean shirt with coffee stains on time.
You never had money for the fancy things in life you'd say,but you arrived at my house in a rented limo to take me to the airport that one time.
You believed in luck,that maybe you could win a million, so
we played scratch tickets and did pull-tabs at the bowling
alleys several times.
You loved me right to the gut;I knew that with all my heart.You never could let me down,you'd spend the time.
You did love your winston's full flavors and your Bloody Mary's that's no lie,on our weekends you held off the beer at night time.
You believed I could become a singer at the age 4,you recorded me with a mic that rocky mountain music song,do you remember the time?
You took me to the the Space Needle to fine dine at the top of the needle,you took my to the amusement parks to ride bumper cars in summer-time.
I had a full life with you,but time brings out the sun and the rain,the thief of life is time.
My Dad taught me to make time,to spend time,to take time out to have a good time.time yields us time.
My memory of you Dad well live on with time,but I don't believe we ever heal with time,we just adjust with time.
I well always know you were there for me.
The essence of life is time.
James Timothy Holloway is the way it is on his birth record but he liked going by Timothy James.Son of John Daniel Holloway and Electra June DeMerritt.Tim was a hard
worker loved to travel and go camping.And go to the ocean
and other places in his adventures.He meant Sandra in 1999 and married her April 1,1999 They liked a lot of the same things and got a long well.
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To my loveing brother that I should have spent more time with.I well aways regret not spending more time with you.None of us get a second time around to make things right.I well miss you.Love Dave
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In Loveing Memory of My Dad Timothy James Holloway
Dec 5,1947-March 22,2009
By Kimberly Holloway
A newborns first breath starts with time.
You left the world when it was your time.
A hell raiser with a motor cycle when you met mom at 27
you became my dad in spring-time
You took me to places near and far like Enchanted Village,
Wild Waves,Oregon Coast,you took me to Disney Land three or
four times.
You'd pick me up in your ancient boats on wheels that barely made it,but you always arrived in a clean shirt with coffee stains on time.
You never had money for the fancy things in life you'd say,but you arrived at my house in a rented limo to take me to the airport that one time.
You believed in luck,that maybe you could win a million, so
we played scratch tickets and did pull-tabs at the bowling
alleys several times.
You loved me right to the gut;I knew that with all my heart.You never could let me down,you'd spend the time.
You did love your winston's full flavors and your Bloody Mary's that's no lie,on our weekends you held off the beer at night time.
You believed I could become a singer at the age 4,you recorded me with a mic that rocky mountain music song,do you remember the time?
You took me to the the Space Needle to fine dine at the top of the needle,you took my to the amusement parks to ride bumper cars in summer-time.
I had a full life with you,but time brings out the sun and the rain,the thief of life is time.
My Dad taught me to make time,to spend time,to take time out to have a good time.time yields us time.
My memory of you Dad well live on with time,but I don't believe we ever heal with time,we just adjust with time.
I well always know you were there for me.
The essence of life is time.
worker loved to travel and go camping.And go to the ocean
and other places in his adventures.He meant Sandra in 1999 and married her April 1,1999 They liked a lot of the same things and got a long well.
---------------------------
To my loveing brother that I should have spent more time with.I well aways regret not spending more time with you.None of us get a second time around to make things right.I well miss you.Love Dave
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In Loveing Memory of My Dad Timothy James Holloway
Dec 5,1947-March 22,2009
By Kimberly Holloway
A newborns first breath starts with time.
You left the world when it was your time.
A hell raiser with a motor cycle when you met mom at 27
you became my dad in spring-time
You took me to places near and far like Enchanted Village,
Wild Waves,Oregon Coast,you took me to Disney Land three or
four times.
You'd pick me up in your ancient boats on wheels that barely made it,but you always arrived in a clean shirt with coffee stains on time.
You never had money for the fancy things in life you'd say,but you arrived at my house in a rented limo to take me to the airport that one time.
You believed in luck,that maybe you could win a million, so
we played scratch tickets and did pull-tabs at the bowling
alleys several times.
You loved me right to the gut;I knew that with all my heart.You never could let me down,you'd spend the time.
You did love your winston's full flavors and your Bloody Mary's that's no lie,on our weekends you held off the beer at night time.
You believed I could become a singer at the age 4,you recorded me with a mic that rocky mountain music song,do you remember the time?
You took me to the the Space Needle to fine dine at the top of the needle,you took my to the amusement parks to ride bumper cars in summer-time.
I had a full life with you,but time brings out the sun and the rain,the thief of life is time.
My Dad taught me to make time,to spend time,to take time out to have a good time.time yields us time.
My memory of you Dad well live on with time,but I don't believe we ever heal with time,we just adjust with time.
I well always know you were there for me.
The essence of life is time.
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