Over Labor Day weekend, our friend Tom pushed his three-year-old son out of the way of a falling tree. Tom did not survive his injuries and passed away.
If you ever had the pleasure of meeting Tom, you know how much he will be missed. He was a great father, husband, friend, family man, and he cared about everyone. There was always smiling and joking going on, and he was a master storyteller. Some of the stories he shared about his adventures still have us in stitches.
One of the little things I’ll miss is his ability to name every band per song playing in a tavern.
He introduced me to Blue Moon beer and gave me grief over the fact that I always ordered potato skins. He shared how to enjoy an Astros game via a $5 ticket with easy access to the beer cart. We had fun people-watching and making up our own conversations about what we saw happening during the game.
He was rebuilding a Corvette and raising two sons with his wife.
My daughter asked about Tom the other day. My husband replied, “Mr. Tom is an angel in Heaven”. He was an angel here as well.