On Father's Day, I’m remembering my treasured "little" brother, Tom. I'm so sorry for our loss. I always felt close to Tom and his family despite, in later years, living so far apart. How I love the pictures taken of him, as a toddler playing with a huge ball. He was so adorable! Fond memories of playing tennis with Tom, taking a month-long trip to California with him and my folks, knowing that he cared enough that I could count on his being loving and supportive, and my being so proud of his character and many accomplishments (including the uncomplaining manner in which he coped for so many years with his first frustrating stroke).
I have so many good memories of my "little" brother, Tom, included in this website--a brother whom I feel blessed to have had throughout my life, beginning with the much-anticipated night when (being just 5 years old) I'd been allowed to "stay up" with my grandma to greet Mom when she arrived home from the hospital carrying a basket that she set down on a chair in our dining room, and then unfolded some blankets inside to reveal my first glimpse of an awesome baby brother with an adorable face and being impressed with how tiny his hands and feet were! Little did I realize then that he would eventually grow to tower over me and take me on in tennis. We all miss him so much, but keep in mind that his memory and spirit lives on through his wonderful family whom I cherish.