There is hole where my heart used to be.
I woke up this morning in Fresno, next to my Tom. I watched him get dressed, then got up myself to dress and finish packing. I had been there for New Year's, but was heading home on the 9:10 train because Tom was scheduled to work the rest of the week. He made me breakfast, fried egg and cheese (on a hamburger bun, since he was out of bread). We loaded my stuff into his truck and headed off to the train station. I was reading aloud to him from "The Warlock in Spite of Himself," which he was enjoying immensely. Just before 7:00, we pulled up in front of the station. I leaned over and kissed him, then hopped out and got my stuff from the back of the truck. I blew him another kiss through the rear window, closed the hatch, and headed inside as he drove off.
I kissed my Tom goodbye at 7:00 this morning. I just didn't know that I was kissing him goodbye.
Around 5:15 this afternoon, I got a phone call. One of those phone calls. It was his friend Joe with bad news. Tom had been in a helicopter, for work, and it had gone down. All on board had been killed. I cried, off and on, for about half an hour, then began making phone calls. With every call, I received an offer of whatever help I might need and instructions to call if I needed anything, even just to talk. And then I began to receive calls as the news spread. To all of you, thank you so much. My family is with me tonight.
Tom Stolberg, my boyfriend of nearly eight years, was killed in a helicopter crash today at half past noon. I'm still in shock. It hasn't really sunk in yet.
There is a hole where my heart used to be.
I kissed my Tom goodbye at 7:00 this morning. I just didn't know that I was kissing him goodbye.
Around 5:15 this afternoon, I got a phone call. One of those phone calls. It was his friend Joe with bad news. Tom had been in a helicopter, for work, and it had gone down. All on board had been killed. I cried, off and on, for about half an hour, then began making phone calls. With every call, I received an offer of whatever help I might need and instructions to call if I needed anything, even just to talk. And then I began to receive calls as the news spread. To all of you, thank you so much. My family is with me tonight.
Tom Stolberg, my boyfriend of nearly eight years, was killed in a helicopter crash today at half past noon. I'm still in shock. It hasn't really sunk in yet.
There is a hole where my heart used to be.