Dear Readers, when last I updated you, Tim was in ICU struggling to breathe. I asked for prayers and healing vibes that Tim would breathe freely, deep full breaths. Well, that prayer was granted, just not in the way we anticipated.
My soulmate passed onto his next adventure yesterday, Jan. 5, 2022 around 5 p.m. Our son Will and I were there with him, and we facetimed with our daughter, Marissa, who’d been here for Christmas but had returned to California where she lives and works. Tim and his team of doctors at both Munson and the University of Michigan Hospital agreed that ventilation was not an option for him, that he would not survive it. Every decision we’ve made since the pandemic started has been with the guidance of his doctors.
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And so he passed peacefully into the next world, where his body is now completely healed and free of pain, without any of the health issues he’s dealt with so bravely and strongly over the last 20 years. In fact, the last 20 years was all a gift of life when someone donated their loved one’s liver so Tim could keep on living. He saw our kids grow up and turn into incredible adults in those 20 years.
I will write more when I can piece thoughts together. Just know that we appreciate all the love and support and prayers you’ve all given us. It will take some getting used to having an Old Mission Peninsula without Tim Boursaw on it. But one of the last things he said to me was, “I will always be with you.” If two people were ever meant to be together, it was us. Two lifelong OMP residents, two farm kids running straight at life, often with a sketchy plan and not a lot of resources. But we managed to create a beautiful life on this piece of land we loved so much.
Tim lived a wild life in his youth, and honestly, he never expected to make it out of his 20s. But he made it to almost 70 (this coming February – a leap year birthday), and we had 42 amazing years together, including raising Will and Marissa here on the OMP. He was shocked that he almost made it to 70. “Who would have ever thought that would happen?” he said.
Each year, we took an anniversary photo on the steps of the Old Mission Congregational Church, where we were married on New Year’s Eve 1993. At the top of this story is the last photo we took with the four of us, taken in January 2021.
I will lean on my kids and family and all of you in the coming days, weeks and months. Know that Tim and I love and appreciate all of you so very much. We’ll have a celebration of life sometime this summer, probably at Bowers Harbor Park, where we can all be outside and share memories of this beloved guy who lived a lot of life in his almost-70 years.