|Taken about 6 years ago|
Thom and I were never close and there were many patches of time when we didn't see or speak to each other for years. Sometimes I didn't even know where he was if I had wanted or needed to reach him. Even his kids didn't know where he was a lot of the time. Every now and then he would pop up or we would track him down through some of his online contacts. He was just that way. He had a lot of personal demons, more than most of us.
To be honest, I have a lot of not so good memories of my brother or my family. Thom and I couldn't have been more different in the paths we chose for our lives. But he was my brother and I loved him and today I'm going to remember some of the good things:
Walking me to school when I was in first grade. I have old home movies that my mother took of my first day of school and Thom holding my hand as we walk up the street, me with my little lunch box.
Coming to my defense when other kids picked on me.
Giving me my beautiful nephews and niece: Tom, Derek and Lindsay.
Nights playing cards with my mother and Thom's first wife, Marlaine, with whom I am still as close as a sister.
Going on kiddie rides with me when I was too small to ride them alone. There is one photo of Thom and me that I still remember and wish I could find. We're on one of those rides for really small children. I'm only about four and look terrified and Thom is mugging for the camera, obviously not thrilled to be on a ride for babies. I'll post it if I find it.
He was a wonderful wood carver and I have two of his pieces that I will always treasure. The one to the left is my favorite.
As a young man he was good looking and strong. He didn't always made the best decisions or take the best paths in life, but isn't that true of us all?
Be at peace, brother.