Timothée is a little boy, he lives now in Heaven. This is the story of his life told by his parents.

Timothée, 6 months

Timothée was born one sunny, beautiful Sunday morning in 1989, in France, in the town named Pontoise. His father Samuel, his mother Esther, his brothers Eric, 16 years, and Jean-Paul, 14 years, were happy about this little new arrival. Friends and families were delighted and very quickly he became the favorite of all. Timothée grew up and developed six years in France. He was a nice and beautiful child. He've had curly brown hairs, big maroon eyes and gilded skin; that he got from the Caribbean sun and the sunlit nights of the North's summer.

Eric and Jean-Paul loved their little brother and took care of him tenderly. He was for us, his parents, the pupil of the eyes, dearest and more important thing in the world.
This little boy had family in various points of the world; in Martinique island, in Finland and in France, grandmothers, grandfather, great-grandfather, uncles, aunts and cousins.
Godfathers and godmothers, there were many, because all wished this rôle. His best friend was Marc, friend for ever.

His brothers had called him Titou.

In spring 1995, we moved for Finland, Timothée was then 6 years old. Very quickly he learned Finnish, he was bilingual, then English and German.

There were, in this new country, new adventures and new challenges, but the little and courageous boy overcame them and gathered forces to face the coming affliction. When this terrible and difficult tribulation arrived, we could only be amazed that a so fragile and so sensitive being could face such difficulties. There is only one answer, which you'll discover further in the following pages.
In December 2000, it was diagnosed an acute leukemia myeloide and pyoderma gangrenosum (skin disease.)

Timothée went back to the Heavenly Home on September 3, 2001, he was only 12 years old.