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TEN YEARS!  / Mom ~ October 26, 2008

Dear Son:

So much has happened in the 10 years you have been gone. You would be proud of your sister ~ as she finally got her degree and is now a Registered Nurse. Her special area is emergency medicine. For her graduation we put together a notebook with copies of paintings from her favorite artist. Each page had a selected painting chosen by the person. A title was given and then each person made a personal comment to Trisha. Since you could not be there. I selected a painting, title and wrote the following on your behalf:

Title of your painting was AROUND, someplace near.

It’s me!
Whenever you feel a breeze, know it’s me touching you. Whenever you hear the wind, know it’s me whispering I love you. Whenever you see a rose, know it’s me seeing all the beauty you behold. Whenever you smile, know it’s me smiling too and whenever you think you are alone, know it’s me who surrounds you.

Aaron is also attending school and only has a few credit hours left to obtain an Associate Degree in Business.  You were the only traitor in the family.   Afterall, you decided to attend K-State (not KU) and that caused issues with your brothers.  I recall the time you provided us with a tour of K-State and when we returned to your apartment, you started in with the boys by asking them "How did it feel to have walked on K-State soil, something you all swore to God you would  never do?"  Paul spoke up and said, "Thanks for the reminder, now we have to cut our feet off!"  Trust, the boys are still nuts about KU!     

I also spoke to Tina on your anniversary date.  She is doing fine.  She has a little boy ~ his name is Collin and he is 15 months old.  She said that he is a lot of work.  I reminded her of how you would say that she didn't think she would do well as a mother.  We laughed about how diffcult it was for the both of you to change a daiper whenever you babysat. She said she still has your picture and misses you.   

We visited your grave Sunday and my mind drifted back to the days when you would often surprise me by planting a huge array of flowers & plants before I would get home from work.  You would say, "I just wanted to do something to brighten your day."

My sweet son, please know that you didn't just brighten my days, but my whole life with your very being.  Love mom!  

MY VIEW  / By Nicole Pottroff (age 10) of Manhattan Kansas
INSPIRED BY TOMMY BECAUSE OF HIS CARING WAYS:

There is an angel somewhere from heaven above. When he was a person he was overflowing with love. He cared for each soul good and bad. This angel would not make anyone mad.

His touch would heel anyones day. He was warm and sweet and he's being repayed. Just a glance of his smile made you feel you were loved. His heart was so pure, his soul like a dove.

There's still a place for this angel in all of our hearts, as the man who'd heel wounds before they would start.

Nicole came to appreciate Tommy because he would spend weekends teaching her and her brother how to read.  Tommy volunteered to do this because kids at school were making fun of  them.  Nicole now attends KU University and her first year at KU she was placed on the Dean's Honor Roll. 
K-State Remembers  / Jon Wefald
Written:  October 29, 1998

We are deeply saddened and heartbroken over the news.  Thomas was a loving and caring young man.  He will be missed greatly.  He will always have a home in Lawrence and here at K-State. 

Our deepest sympathy and best wishes in the weeks/months ahead.

Sincerely
President of K-State University
Manhattan Kansas
FEBRUARY 9th, 2007  / Dear Son:
Tomorrow you would have turned 31. Pictures of you and the times we shared keep flashing before me. As I close my eyes I see you running towards me. Your little arms are opened wide and we hug. 

I know this might sound strange, but at this very moment, I can actually feel your little arms wrapped around my neck. The days just seem to fly by, it's the memories that keep me going. 

A smile crosses my face when I think about the time you came to me all upset because you had just swallowed your mocha. I had no idea what you meant and then it hit me – you meant mucus. You had a cold and instead of spitting out the mucus – you swallowed it. 

Tears are falling like a river, so I have to stop writing.  Know I love you and you will always be the center of my life. MOM

Sons / Ra Willits (friend of his mother )
I spoke to my son by phone last weekend.  I enjoyed so much when my big tall grown-up son was just a little guy holding my hand and always wanting to be right by my side.

I'm going to call my son tonight after work just for one extra chance to tell him what a fine man he is and how much he is loved. I am so blessed!  Thanks for telling me about your boy. 
ONE NIGHT  / another story
I came to appreciate even more the type of man my son had become:

A former neighbor of  Tommy's approached me and stated that somehow Tommy gained knowledge that he had been laid off from work.  One night, the man just happened to be looking out of his window, when he saw Tommy place a huge box on his porch and leave.  The man went outside and found it filled with groceries.  The man stated that Tommy spared no expense as everything in the box was name brands and the box also contained sweets for his kids. 


2/10/2005 - A SPECIAL DAY  / Mom
Dear Son:

Today you would have turned 29.  Remembering the day you were born and how scared/excited I was to be a mother.  I miss you so much.  The pain is still present and the tears still fall.  It's hard to believe you've been gone almost 7 years.

You've missed so much.  I know you would have loved your niece's and nephew's.  Be assured they know you.  Your brother's and sister are doing well.  Each of them deal with the pain in their own way. 

Trust not a single day goes by without a thought of you in it.

Love always


In Memory  / Jason Novotny (Good Friend )
In memory,

Tom was one of the greatest friends I ever had.  There is not a month that goes by that I do not miss our phone calls or just hanging out talking about life.  He and I could talk for hours and hours laughing and crying.  He was taken from us way to early, and whenever I am having a rough time or life just does not seem fair, I think of Tom and his memory gets me through anything, just as he would have helped me if he were still here today in person.  I have never met a friend yet that had as big a heart as Tommy.  He would drop what ever he was doing to take a moment to talk with me.  Till we meet again someday, I really miss you!

Always missed,

Jason
Honoring Tommy  / Karyl Chastain Beal (NA)
To Tommy's Family, I am so sorry that your son was killed. My heart goes out to you. I looked at the photos here, and I read the beautiful note he'd written his mother, and I have to wonder why someone so special did not get to live a long life, while others who bring violence and negativity to the world seem to live forever. There is no sense to it. The world needs more Tommys. Love and peace, Karyl, mother of Arlyn
About Tommy  / Sandy Hayes Hutchison Kansas (Nurse)

He came to us because he feared he would develop schizophrenia (like his father).  We only knew him a short time but, were quite impressed on how polite he was (a quality rare in men his age).  

Dr. M - spoke highly of him.  Found him to be well spoken, very intelligent and pleasant (comments from actual file).  Keep in mind Dr. M - rarely expressed such about anyone. Tommy's death is a tragic loss for such a nice young man with great potential. 

Sincerely  

A MOTHER'S TEAR  / Rick Huettenmueller   Read >>
A MOTHER'S TEAR  / Rick Huettenmueller
That terrible day, where fall turned to winter, the leaves fell and the rain turned icy cold.  How could he be taken, such a sensless act.  How can one find an answer, anything positive to grasp, to hang on too just to try and stop the pain.  A perfect son, the gleam in his mother's eye.  The tears have washed away that gleam - that shine.  All that seems to remain are the tears.  The tears are the only comfort.  What might have been, what could have been.  We still labor about our daily lives trying to stay alive.  Our constant search for answers.  The daily grind of being a good mother, grandmother, that is what he would have wanted.  He is proud of your being, your spirit, your constant love and your memory. Close
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