I always loved seeing Tom in his matter-of-fact housewife dresses, no glamour and no-nonsense, as he ably took care of business in the kitchen at many a gathering. I was also heartened to see him at St. Gregory of Nyssa, the Episcopal Church we both attended when I was there in 1997-2000. Together we got to inhabit that bridge between our Billy and our Christian lives. May angels be waiting upon you hand and foot, dear Tom.
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