Timothee Hunt Munroe

Timmie surprised us all by dying on March 4th, 2026. We are still unsure if the surprise was that she died on March 4th or that she lasted until March 4th. given her deep and abiding love for all things chocolate. Either way, her time in this life wrapped up with her daughter by her side and the loving words of her sister and her son in her ear. It was as she hoped: quick, painless, and surrounded by love.

Now that we’ve covered that, let’s talk about her life:

Timmie was born in Hartford, Connecticut, the firstborn of Bassett and Dorothy Hunt. She grew up in Windsor, CT, with her two sisters, Betsy and Martha, where they were known to sing rousing versions of “How Much is that Doggie in the Window” to the critical acclaim of their parents. Timmie’s cousins, sisters, and friends formed a cabal of chaos in the Maple Avenue and Washington Park area, dancing, ice skating, and enjoying all the fun of Windsor in the 1950s.

At a Young Republican gathering, (Timmie would INSIST I mention that it was a different party then and she would tell you the story of how she stood in line with Jim to vote for Kennedy to make sure she cancelled out his vote for Nixon), she met the love of her life, Jim Munroe. Together they raised a wonderful son, Daniel, and an even more wonderful daughter, Jennifer, who is, of course, writing this obituary. (Kidding - we are equally wonderful.) Even though she raised two Generation X children, Timmie never once needed the PSA of “It’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your children are?” She knew…somehow, she always knew…

Timmie and Jim had adventures together, moving from Windsor, Connecticut, to Oxford, Massachusetts, to Cary, Illinois, and back to East Brookfield, Massachusetts, to a home on Lake Lashaway. The time on the lake was punctuated by floats on the four-person inflatable lounger, nicknamed “Fun Island”, with her sister, Betsy, and brother-in-law, Ray. When devastated by the sudden loss of Jim in 1996, Timmie picked up the broken pieces and kept moving forward. Her strength was a source of inspiration. Even completing her bachelor’s degree just a few months after Jim’s death.

Retiring down south was a desire of Timmie’s, and she moved to the Town Shores Community in Gulfport, Florida. There she made many friends, served on committees, and enjoyed the warm weather. When hurricane Helene unceremoniously destroyed the majority of Timmie’s earthly possessions, she bravely moved north to be near her children. Timmie’s final months were spent at Summer Place in Chelmsford, Massachusetts, where she made new friends with residents and staff, enjoying book club, the chorus, and a wicked winning streak at bingo.

Her occupations included: special needs preschool teacher in Oxford, real estate agent in Cary, and office administrator at David Prouty High School in Spencer, Massachusetts, but her real calling was caring for her children. Timmie was always one to support her kids at football and basketball games, theatre productions, and host a multitude of events at the lake house. She encouraged them to continue their education and never hesitated to offer words of encouragement or a stunningly placed guilt trip when needed. When her children married, Dan to Patricia and Jen to Robin, Timmie’s encouragement, love, and, yes, guilt trips expanded to include Trish and Rob. Of course, once her grandchildren, Katie, Parker, and James, were born, her love increased even more. She loved her grandkids and had magical Grammie powers, able to soothe a screaming infant in mere seconds.

Timmie was proud of her family. She never hesitated to brag about her lawyer son and daughter-in-law or her scientist son-in-law. She was hesitant at first about her ordained minister daughter, but only because she was worried about the time and emotional energy involved. She eventually came around, attending and enjoying worship when she could at the various churches Jen served.

We will miss her smile, her laughter, her joy at being lovingly teased by her kids, her advice, and her gripping the handle and making sharp noises through her teeth while we are driving. We will miss her unfiltered comments, her strong opinions, and her telling us to “watch out for wet leaves” while driving. Most of all, we will miss the unconditional love she had for her family.

A memorial service will be held in Windsor, CT, followed by internment next to her beloved, Jim, in what we lovingly call “Fun Island II.” Details to follow.

Arrangements under the care of the Badger Funeral Home, a Life Celebration Home, 347 King St., Littleton, MA. 978-486-3709, www.badgerfuneral.com.