When I was a child Uncle Tommy's voice always seemed so strong and I was afraid to talk to him very much. After I grew up I enjoyed getting to know him... I enjoyed his stories and spending time visiting at his home. These past few years I have had the opportunity to share some quality time during our visits and enjoyed listening to music with him. I always thought he and my Mom, his sister Carolyn, looked a lot alike with their gray-streak showing prominently in their hair. Visiting with Uncle Tom gave me a little of my Mom and I find losing him makes missing him a little harder as he is the last of my Mom's siblings to pass. I love you and miss you bunches Uncle Tom... thanks for the music and the memories!