THE WALL OF FACES

Talking with my father William Jordan yesterday , he named me after you

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

This additional photo (black and white) taken in basic training was provided by your friend Barry Campbell.

Dear Sp4 Timothy Daly,
I hope your photo is put here because this is a wall of faces and yours is missing. Thank you for your service as a Field Artillery Basic. Easter is coming up. Happy Easter. It is so important for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

I will always remember you as my brother and friend. There is not a day that goes by that I don't regret not being there at that crucial moment.

I still have your hat hanging on my wall, which I was hoping to hand to your son who you never met.

My respect and admiration for you will be forever.

I will see you