It is hard to lose two siblings in one year, especially if they are both younger. Sharie, the youngest of us all, will be deeply missed by both Barb and I and as well our children, her nieces and nephews: Dan McDonogh (Amanda), Mike McDonogh, Heather McDonogh, Arran Timms (Orla) Stefan Timms (Kate) and Laura Timms (Steve).
As the youngest child, Sharie was perhaps the favourite of our parents, Leicester Willam Timms and Dorothy Ellen Timms (née Kennedy). While Sharie and I were enough apart in age such that we were never at the same school at the same time, we were always together when as a family we went tobogganing at Shagnappi Golf Course, skating at the park across the street from our house in Killarney, going to the library also across the street, picnicking along the Bow River, or visiting with our Kennedy grandparents with other family, or with family friends like the Campbells. She was part of the group neighbourhood kids that hung out on our street.
As we aged, Sharie and I became closer. We talked on the phone almost every Sunday for many years and often visited with one another both in Calgary and here in Ontario. While Sharie sometimes had her doubts about activities that I proposed, she was game to try most things. In 2001, she agreed to join a group of us on a cycling tour in Ireland. When I proposed that we both take out Irish citizenship to honour our grandfather, David Kennedy, she went along with that idea.
When our parents could no longer manage on their own, Sharie, along with Allan, took on the task of seeing that our parents could remain in their home. She did so selflessly and without complaint.
I will remember my sister as that beautiful woman who brought joy to my life and that of many others.
Roger Timms
