Easter
I went to Tom's house for Easter. . . I love going over his mom's house as I constantly learn more and more about Tom from his family.
I will admit I can easily see where Tom's root came from and yet why he sticks out of the family like a sore thumb. His family has the hint of those southern roots, where Tom is greatly fanscinated in French type things. . . flashy, not gaudy. They still have a weird warm welcoming for him even though they almost fear his difference. There is also the the religious hold and his constant fighting against it all. (But that is another story. . .)
I really enjoyed listening to the stories of how Tom would drive his brother crazy or how he would put on his big headset and listen on his Harley Davison Stereo to his rock music.
I am beginning to believe that, whether or not Tom believes in them, Tom is my angel. . . just like the song "Cold and Empty" By Kid Rock.
"And this world seems cold and empty
Someone please turn on the light
Lord, if there is an angel you could send me
I could use one here tonight. . ."
I just hope that even if we don't even have the relationship like we did before that he would still invite me over his house for the holidays. . . I really did have a lot of fun.