by Tim Girvin | Jan 14, 2011 | Diary
Matthew Girvin, on the day of his receipt of his Unicef passport – the global passcard of commitment to humanity It was today, ten years back, that my father called me to let me know that we’d lost my brother Matthew Girvin. Matt was on a helicopter...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2009 | Diary
I reach back, I go back, in recollection. I recall: Notes on a ritual: When I think back, on that day when my father called, to tell me that Matt had been killed – I was standing on the island, looking out in the morning light, to a grouping of stones that stand...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 14, 2008 | Diary
It’s another year, since Matthew’s death. And I’ve got him all around me, so I’m okay with knowing that loss. That is what it comes to — how long it takes to really know that loss. You can hear about it, you can see it, even — but...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 15, 2001 | Writings
A Learning On Sunday, January fourteenth, 2001 at 7:12 am, at my home on Decatur Island, sitting alone in a candlelit space, the darkness looming over the water and the misted islands beyond, I received a call from my parents. My brother Matt, the youngest of the...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 10, 2008 | Diary
Sometimes, the work of the weekend is complex enough, with writing, drawing and research — prepping and creating projects — that there’s no time for anything else. But, being on the island this weekend, I’d found that a remarkably balanced...
