In Memory of Tom
After I wrote my post yesterday about my friend that took his life over the weekend -- I sort of felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I heard the news of Tom's death on Saturday but somehow used my powerful skills of denial to push it away until yesterday. The longer I sat here at my desk the more bummed out I got.It's tough when you're forced to realize that shit happens. People die. People take their own lives. People get killed and you don't get to see their face anymore. Not that I plan on dwelling on it forever, and I certainly don't walk around concerned that today could be THE DAY for me -- but circumstances like these always make me want to hug my Mom harder, put my seat belt on, thank my lucky stars for Prozac, kiss my boyfriend every morning before work, and smell the fucking roses a little more often.
That being said -- we were asked to jot down some memories of Tom that will be collected and put in to a memory book for his family. After a few nights of restless sleep I found that writing my little tid-bit brought me much closure. It's not my best writing but I think it still draws a pretty good picture of what he meant to me and how wonderful he was.
I had the pleasure of knowing Tom for only the last few years. We met at a party, introduced by a friend, and became close almost instantly. I felt like I'd known him forever after just a 10-minute conversation. Today, I feel very lucky to have known Tom -- even if for such a short period of time.
Over the last few days I've been thinking about Tom and all the great things I'll remember about him forever:
I loved the nights that Tom and Tatum would come over to my house to watch movies during the week. He even liked the chick flicks (or at least pretended too!). I will never forget the time he brought me ice cream after my foot surgery. Chunky Monkey works wonders for pain relief! Tom had mastered the art of spontaneity. For a "planner" like me, his way of just calling out of the blue to suggest some activity like, "Lets go get a massage!" always threw me for a loop, but I learned to look so forward to it. He had a powerful way of making me break out of shyness and do something that made me feel very silly - and actually enjoy it - his way of encouragement was magical. He had incredible listening skills - a quality that not every friend is blessed with. And how could I forget Tom's love for his dog, Tatum? In fact I don't remember too many hangouts when she wasn't with us. Tatum spent many nights sniffing around for my cat while Tom and I cooked dinner and talked.
He will be missed. I'm sad that his big blue eyes will be closed forever but I am truly comforted in knowing that he is with his mother now.
Jess
posted by Jessiedc28 @ 9:57 AM
5 Comments:
I love you.
I love you too....
That was so beaufiully written! I am teary eyed....I hate to be insensitive or uncouth, but hey, its me right? Was tom gay?
Not my knowledge - no. I think he had a hard time dating b/c of his needs though.
Bouna Notte Jessie,
I am very sadden to read about your friend. I feel your pain. I too lost a friend. The only thing we can do as people is learn to live life to the fullest and be the best person possible. All you can do know is hold on to his wonderful memories and cherish them cause only you can make him live on inside your heart. Very true we sometimes take life for granted and do not enjoy what surrounds us. Every day we must tell the specail person in our life I Love You. like if it were the last time you were going to see them. Till next time.
Il Italiano amico. Jessi tu ragazzo e fortunato. Sieta un Bella Donna.
Il Riso รจ La Migliore Medicina!!!
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