We are starting to make plans for a Celebration of Life party for Tom. Right now we are penciled in for the evening of Friday, October 5 at the Belleair Country Club.
We are hoping to do a slide show so if you have any photos you would like included, please let us know. Also bring along any memories and good stories since we'll have a time for those who care to share.
Tom's obituary ran in today's St. Petersburg Times- they left out his age but that will be corrected for Sunday's paper. It will also run tomorrow in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette.
We're doing relatively well for such a sad time in our lives because thinking of Tom can only bring smiles. We've received so many calls and emails each one with offers of help- it's your kindness and friendship that helps to ease the pain. We're looking forward to seeing everyone at the party! We'll keep you posted...
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Teddi,
My mom called me last night to tell me about Tom. I am so sorry. What I remember most about Tom is his warmth and ready smile. I don't think I EVER saw him without a smile on his face. What a love for life he always exhibited.
I can't thank you and Tom enough for the love and support you gave my Mom after Dad passed away. I know you, Tim, and Jennifer will receive the same love and support from your many friends.
The Sailing Ship
I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says:
"She is gone."
Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight --that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes"
- and that is dying. A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.
Bishop Brent
1862 - 1926
I know my dad is standing on the other shore saying "there he comes," welcoming his friend, Tom, with open arms.
Your family is in my thoughts and prayers at this time.
Jay (Baker) Sharghi, Grand Prairie, Texas
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