Living in a small town and being a senior citizen, Tim Hortons is the focal point of my social life. Many friendships have been woven there through the years. But I’d like to share my special moments with my mom. Through the years, she was known as a clown who had one purpose in life: making people laugh. Unfortunately, the clown became very sad when my dad died and a few strokes later, she had lost her quest for laughter. But we could always bring back a sparkle to her eyes when we finished off her errands with a visit to Tim Hortons. Sitting there, sipping coffee, we could sometimes see a glimmer of Mom of yester years. One day this guy came zooming through the parking lot and made a sudden stop just a few feet from the window. As he came flying out of the car, Mom smiled and said: “Boy, this guy is surely thirsty!” It was nice to see her old self back even if it was just for a moment. She later suffered a worse stroke and spent a year in a hospital out of town. The highlight of her day was when my siblings would wheel her down to the Tim Hortons on the lower level of that hospital. She finally came back to our little town were she had lived all her life and was placed in a manor. We could always bring a wide smile when she would notice us coming in with cups of her favourite coffee. She is not able to drink the hot coffee anymore but those memories made in Tim Hortons bring back warm feelings and help soothe the heart.
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Belle histoire Mom, j'aime toujours entendre des histoires par rapport à Grand-Maman et puis Grand-Papa. Merci!
Figalo, figalo, figalo...
As my sister put it, Mom was always there for us and when she had a joke or funny faces to brings us back - But Mom still enjoy's her Tim's when we can sneak it to her - In her eyes you can see she remebers - Love you MOM
Made me yearn for the Marg who took me under her wing when I was first married. How I wish... Time is cruel but memories stay. Aunt T
Now that's the Aunt Marg I remember. What a lovely story Sue. Thanks for sharing