I didn't sleep last night.
Tonight I drank most of a bottle of Zinfandel. I may sleep a bit better.
Tom was the 7th of 10 children born to Aubrey & Margaret Walts.
I am the 2nd son and second eldest.
Alan is the eldest and first son.
All told I have seven brothers and two sisters.
My father was 56 when he died in 1987.
My brother Tom was 52, though he was only 4 days away from his 53rd birthday.
My heart is heavy.
My Father, My Brother, My Heart.
My, my, my,
It appears it is all about me.
|The hood from one of Tom Cat's race cars. It sits outside the garage he built at my mother's house in Calcium, NY.|
Number 3 son Melvin will be here Friday from Dallas, TX.
Number 8 son Bruce will be coming from Alabama.
Bruce is the youngest of the tribe, 12 years younger than I.
Suzy and Carol roll in from Tucson, AZ.
Tom's daughter Sierra is 15 years old. One day she will be 20. Then 25. 30, 40, and 50 years of age will arrive for her. 35 years will have passed by the time she is 50. By then Tom will be a faded memory. For her, for me, for us all.
If I am still alive I will be 95.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I love you Lord.
I love, I love, I love.