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In memoriam

One day in heaven

To Timothée

There was a time we met.
There was a time we played.
It was a sunny day on summer time.
The grass was green and birds were singing.
There weren't just us,
there were our families.
We had a lot of fun,
spending time together.
Me, you and our families.
It was a sunny day.

We will meet again.
We will laugh together.
I'll rejoice with you.
There will be no sadness.
That's the day the heaven and angels sing.
That's the day there are no tears.
We will be together again,
one day in heaven.

That friendship I won't forget.
Because we will meet again.
The time was worth living,
because of you.
Time flew when our families were together.
You always had the faith for tomorrow.
You never gave up.
You found the peace we all want to have in our hearts.
The time was worth living.

One day in heaven we're together.
You had to go
but I won't forget,
your memory is living in my heart.
One day in heaven.

Your friend Sarita

The sensitive and pensive apperence of Timothée awoke such a warm feelling and of friendship, which could only make the other happy. Timothée wanted that everyone felt well. The care that we also, as neighbors and friends, received even during his last days, was very touching. Thereafter, I understood more clearly that the force and trusting coming from Jesus, led and guided Timothée just as his parents during all their life. For only consolation, there remains to us the hope and the desire of living for the glory of God and that one day we'll be together in Heaven.

Pirkko and Elisa, Pirkko and Tanja

I would like to tell a story of Timothée's life that I remember. You had said that Timothée had very poorly eaten for several weeks because of chemotherapy and maybe because of his moral too. But one day in January, you called me and said that Timothée wanted to eat waffles and jam. It was a so good news, that I decided to bake some for him. I was on my way to a birthday party, where the disguise was required. My daughter, Marja, had painted me a moustache; I was disguised in Puss in Boots. Making the waffles, the mask had started to suffer and time to time I was going to Marja to refresh the make-up. The result was rather well, as well for the disguise than the waffles. This evening, everyone was happy with so a little things.

Sirpa, Marja, Kirsi, Jussi and Janne

Timothée was my best cousin!

Mika

Shoting star

You were for us like a shooting star
so little and so fragile.
Your life wasn't long
far from us the disease carried you away.

You had many gifts and pretty thoughts.
I will always remember your glance
even if your life were only a loan.
You had sat quiet in your place
while thinking of the harvest of your life.

Behind your glance you cried silently
So you tore off bad grasses of your life.
You had much force and that comforts us.
I remember you in all my heart,
how you delighted me by your drawings.

When I see a shooting star,
I remember you, so little and fragile.

Schoolteacher Sari

The little prince of the North

Timothée,
Little Prince of the North
With curly hairs and gilded skin,
was gone, in this morning
So feared of
and yet hoped.

The afflicted Father and the weeped Mother
Complain in unison "Timothée, Timothée."
This soft monotonous chant,
Thousand times, susurrated,
flies away towards the Sky.

And, in the shone cloud,
A new Angel, glorious Archangel,
Haloed by the Glory of God,
Sing to us from Heaven:
"I well arrived, well arrived."

Dominique

Roquefort cheese and hidden treasure - a bit of the travel with Timothée and his parents

I have in my hand a paper. Where it is written an essay entitled the mystery of the axe. It is the story of three children, Aku, Anne, Ville and their mother Anna-Liisa - on a trip for Hawaii and of their experiment over there. In the foreground we find a gold axe there, old treasure, whose destiny was to be found, to be stolen by pirates, the rescue of the children and at the end the axe immersed again at the bottom of the sea. By reading these texts, my thought bring me back three years ago. Timothée had written this story at the school orginazed in the hospital with his schoolmistress Ritva during the course of mother tongue. Something in the text had stricked us: Ritva, Esther, Samuel, myself and the nurses of the department of the cancerous children. It was only a school work and an exercise, but however much more. It is the story of its author, of Timothée.

I have been a travelling companions of Timothée and of his parents as soon as he arrived from the intensive care, where he had undergoes various surgical operations. I remember the incoherent thoughts which crossed my mind when I opened the door: a boy of approximatively 10 years old, serious sickness, massive surgical operations, which had left scars on his body , which he would carry a very long time, the coming chemotherapy's treatment and biculturality. May I only have a verbal contact, I do not speak a single French word? Ok - that all - and still much more. There were behind the door a boy, but what a boy! One's says that the first glance to someone says much on the person. In this little convaslescent lived something, which was not, which did not come from this world: immortal soul, which together with the parents wanted to thank God for having made it possible to overcome these operations.

During the passed months, Timothée as well as Esther and Samuel became familiar to me. I could hear the story of Esther's and Samuel's life, how God had bring them together, the brothers of Timothée who live in France and of course Timothée itself, of this boy, who had a passion for History and of French kitchen. It remained to me, a fact, where Timothée once again was very sick. The chimiotherapy treatments did not have any effect and everyone seemed, include the medical stuff, having lost hope. Esther and Samuel had remained all the day with Timothée, close to his bed, praying and taking care of Timothée. We took together the Holy Communion and praid for Timothée, at the same time than many others people who knew about his fate and his disease. Even if the Communion had comforted our heart, who were present, the atmosphere in the room were as for the apostles the day following the death of the Master. My joy was as more bigger, when a few days later, while arriving at the department I learned that the condition of Timothée had changed into better and heard that for first desire he wanted roquefort cheese and "baguette"! What a little culinary!

During the very difficult moments of Timothée's health, Esther and Samuel drew their force by their deep faith in God. However, that did not take away the pain nor immunized against the sorrow, that only the parents, who have children fighting for the life, can feel. Esther expressed her suffering by the prayers for Timothée, Samuel on the other hand remained often quiet, it was not easy to find the words. I hope nevertheless to have be able to understand, in any kind, the thoughts and the feelings, which we had shared together when we were in the parents' room or sitted close to the bed of Timothée. The suffering, the fear, the love and the hope were present at every moment, but the deeper of all these feelings was however the love.

The essay of Timothée finishes premonitorily: the children saw an antiquity piece, a hidden history object, a treasure, which in a miraculous way had come to be see by all. But the plans of the pirates changed all, the only possibility to scape from the base of the pirates is to engage the system of autodescruction. Time is short, only 5 minutes. The children are rescued, but the treasure disapeared. It is in some way, what we feel, us the medical stuff of the department of sick children. The treasure named Timothée was visible to us one moment, we would have all liked to keep you close to us, the decision was unfortunately not up to us. After your leaving, what comfort us is the outcome of your essay: "the children was saved and received a triumphal welcoming." Though we had lost you, that helped us to continue, knowing that our Celestial Father has welcomed you as an hero in his kingdom and that over there He takes care of you, better than we could never have offered to you.

Hoping to see you again,

Olavi Louheranta
Hospital theologian Dept. 2403. KYS, Kuopio

Little gingerbread of Christmas

Timothée was a child-cherub; the child that everyone wishes, the child which any couple hopes for and which one wishes when they love each others, like Esther and Samuel.

You were agreeably surprised by his gilded skin, like a gingerbread of Christmas, his buckled hair of cherub baroque, and especially his serious pretty little face, calms even studious which animated eyes of little malignant squirrel contemplating you frankly.

Behind this extraordinary glance, noble, frank, wide open toward the world, sometimes scrutinizing, one guessed the nobility of soul, the depth, the intelligence, the serious and certainly the grace - natural grace which was emanated from all his being and especially the sanctifying grace, life of Good God in us.

I think that he was visited by Jesus. For proof, when we went together to an worship at Mikkelin Maaseurakunnan kirkko, I was deeply moved, by this little boy, who, at the same time with serious face and as illuminated, to follow, in an applied way, with his finger, the notes of music of a hymn and to sing them as if he knew them since always.

Fugacious, almost unreal moment, lost in time, but oh, how much present in my memory and my heart when I think of Timothée, little archangel, maintaining in company of the troop of all the saints of the Heaven.

Dominique von Junker, a soulmate

The funeral service

Timothée's Mother and father. Family, parishioners and friends.

We are gathered to bless the Timothée's last travel. In France also, family and friends are brought together in the church for a worship and to remember Timothée.

Around the coffin of Timothée our heart is tormented by a question: Why? All things have a reason. As christians, we don't believe on chance nor in destiny. We are all creatures and loved person by God. This is why we have all a goal.

Timothée was born on May 7, 1989 and his life endded on September 3, 2001. Many must think that the life was stopped too soon! But what is, too soon? Which life is good and adequate? It's given to each one his own time to run the course of the life. We can't set the length of the trip. But each one has the possibility of arriving at the goal, to gain the cup.
"And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation; He wanted that they seek the Lord, and that they endeavour to find it while groping, although He is not far from each one of us." (Act. 17:26-27.)

The goal of the life is to find the lost relation with God. Timothée found God, the Celestial Father.

He lived his first 6 years in France and the 6 others here in Finland. He went at Soikkala's school. He was a quiet child and a good fellow. Since he was little, Timothée had received the gift of the Celestial Father; the faith in Jesus-Christ his Savior who forgives all sins. This faith appeared during all his life: He didn't want to cause sorrow, asking for forgiveness, he was even sorry because of the concern that his sickness caused, he lived close to God, and didn't want to cause sorrow to Jesus.

Maybe Timothée didn't try out all in this life, but he reached what is the most important; the relation with God, and crossed the finishing line preserving his faith to Jesus. Timothée heard the call of Jesus: "Come and follow me."

He wanted, in this church with the others, to commit itself following Jesus. He wanted to be baptized, but the disease prevented him to. The Timothée's life was not useless! No, even if the serious illness had exhausted him on the last meters. By his life, Timothée joined together hundreds, perhaps thousands of people to seek after God by praying and requiring His assistance. He has had intercessors in the whole world. Through the combat of Timothée many people approached God. God speaks. God spoke in this manner, through Timothée, so that we hear Him and can follow the way that Jesus shown us.

Today is a sadness day because his/her child, his brother, his fellow, his friend is gone. However, a Christian doesn't need to fall into despair in such a moment. We have a great subject of joy in the middle of the distress.

"After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice: "Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb." (Rev. 7:9-10).

Timothée, our child, our brother arrived victoriously. The pains are gone, the finishing line is crossed, the little boy ran in the arms of Jesus, on his lips a last word: JESUS.

Funeral service at Mikkeli's Pentecostal Church

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Esther Gynther

Just ten years ago we were in hospital and you my child you were so ill, you had so much pain and suffered but I got you in my arms after so long time. It was my christmas gift, you gave me a little kiss and said " je t'aime maman". I am vaiting the moment that I can get you again in my arms and hear these words in Heaven's Kingdom. Je t'aime Timothée Maman

24.12.2010, 23:53:24
Otava, Finlande

Maija

Hei! Kävin lukemassa sivujanne. Oma poikani Joonatan kuoli 3-vuotiaana aivokasvaimeen reilu puoli vuotta sitten. Olimme hoidoilla myös kysillä. Siunausta elämäänne! Kerran olemme taas kaikki yhdessä Taivaan kodissa. Sinne asti täytyy jaksaa tämän maailman taistot. Mutta rakkaat poikamme ovat jo parhaassa turvassa.

2.12.2009, 21:39:19
Siilinjärvi

Jouni Hyle

Olen harrastajanäyttelijä Mikkelistä ja olen ammatiltani nykyjään linja-auton kuljettaja. Noin vuoden ajan on elämääni ja ajatuksiini melkein joka päivä liittynyt Ranskalaisen kirjailijan Eric-Emmanuel Schmittin näytelmä Oskar ja Mamma Roosa. Tarina pienestä pojasta Oskarista ja hänen ystävästään,satavuotiaasta leikkitädistä, Mamma Roosasta. Kaunis ja koskettava tarina leukemiaan sairastuneesta pojasta ja hänen viimeisistä elinpäivistään sairaalassa, jossa hän Mamma Roosan avulla löytää Jumalan ja saa siitä voimia ja ymmärrystä jaksaa elämänsä loppuun. "aika pieni ja heiveröinen kukkahan se oli, mutta urheasti se hoiti kasvin hommansa alusta loppuun,eikä jättänyt kesken". (sanoi: Oskar) Näytelmää tehdessäni huomasin useasti ajattelevani Oskarin rohkeaa ja toisia ihmisiä huomioonottavaa asennetta, sekä kykyä nähdä elämän kauneus ja viehättävyys pienissäkin asioissa. Timotheen tarinaa lukiessani tuli tunne kuin olisin lukenut tuttua tarinaa ja tajusin,että pojat ovat kuin "kaksi marjaa" ja olenkin varma että he olisivat olleet tulleet mainiosti toimeen keskenään.Kaksi älykästä, herkkää ja taiteellista kaveria. Timotheen vanhemmat kävivät katsomassa näytelmän Mikkelin teatterin pienellä näyttämöllä. Kunnioitan suuresti heidän rohkeuttaan uskaltaa katsoa asioita uudelleen "suoraan silmiin". Toivonkin että he saivat lisää lohtua siitä hetkestä ja muistaisivat kaikkia niitä ihania ja hyviä hetkiä, joita he saivat Timotheen kanssa viettää. Toivotan koko perheelle kaikkea hyvää ja siunausta. Jouni

9.3.2009, 11:8:15
Mikkeli, Suomi

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