To Those in the Know
Mums and Mad Dog have been staying with us lately, because Mums isn't handling Thomas being missing so well. Not that I am either, but she's...not so good. Today we went through pictures. I think she's losing hope. But she wanted me to post these because she said she wanted them shared. They're not easy for me to look at right now, because I miss my little brother. But I know I'll see him again. I have that faith. And in the meantime, his smile does me good, even if it's from a photograph.
I don't actually know what he's doing here. He's too cool...
Case in point, the suave bastard.
On Abby's couch, though he doesn't look like he needs it there.
It's easier to remember him like this. Happy and smiling and not...far too thin to be anywhere close to healthy. This is how he always should have been. And would have been.
Thomas and his beach...
You can hardly see it. But here Thomas is on Adam's motorcycle... Adam had a fit.
Thomas trying to be like Spectre.
No one dances like Thomas dances.
He posed like this for Caitlin and she took the pictures and he gave them to her for her birthday. He actually didn't get to see her open them, now that I think about it... It wasn't him who was there.
And here he is, hours before he was taken away. He was trying to zen out. His words!
More posing for Mumsie.
This is from last summer, right after he came back to us for good.
And for some really good nostalgia, here he is being wholesome and about to graduate from secondary school. Look how preppy he looks. Preppy and eighties...
Oh, the times. How they change.
I don't actually know what he's doing here. He's too cool...
Case in point, the suave bastard.
On Abby's couch, though he doesn't look like he needs it there.
It's easier to remember him like this. Happy and smiling and not...far too thin to be anywhere close to healthy. This is how he always should have been. And would have been.
Thomas and his beach...
You can hardly see it. But here Thomas is on Adam's motorcycle... Adam had a fit.
Thomas trying to be like Spectre.
No one dances like Thomas dances.
He posed like this for Caitlin and she took the pictures and he gave them to her for her birthday. He actually didn't get to see her open them, now that I think about it... It wasn't him who was there.
And here he is, hours before he was taken away. He was trying to zen out. His words!
More posing for Mumsie.
This is from last summer, right after he came back to us for good.
And for some really good nostalgia, here he is being wholesome and about to graduate from secondary school. Look how preppy he looks. Preppy and eighties...
Oh, the times. How they change.