This is a poem to Tom written by his sister Monica.
~ Slumber of the Unknown~
Monica Enriquez ~ 11/17/2005
~ Slumber of the Unknown~
Monica Enriquez ~ 11/17/2005
Where are you now, in the slumber of the unknown?
Is peace the feeling in your mind?
Is joy the dance of your feet?
Where are you now, in the slumber of the unknown?
Is music the language you now speak?
Is accomplishment unfulfilled in now your reward?
Where are you now, in the slumber of the unknown?
Is your heaven filled with the ones you knew in life?
Is your time spent in happiness and contentment?
Where are you now, in the slumber of the unknown?
Is there the opportunity to see us here without you?
Is there the ability to give us your heavenly sight?
Where are you now?in the slumbers of the unknown?
Is God the Spirit of Might or the gentle Lamb of our redemption?
Is Love your constant companion?
Where are you now,
in the slumber of the unknown?
Is there hope, joy and unending peace?
Is there awesomeness to behold in each uncountable second in Paradise?
Where are you now, in the slumber of the unknown?
Do you know all the love that we hold in our hearts for you?
Do you feel our emptiness without you here?
Where are you now, in the slumber of the unknown?
We need you to wake-up in our dreams for we still have things to share!
We miss you, we love you, we remember, even to the threshold of the unknown!
posted by wild injun @ 11:38 AM
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What I really liked (and admired) about Tom was his incredibly 'Tom' way of doing things. I can remember when we were teens and hanging out. He would hold a cigarette lighter in this very certain way and even 'talk' with it, flipping it in his hand as he spoke. You can see this in the photo of Tom when he was 17- a special way he had of using his hands to express himself.
The very last time I saw Tom, in the summer of 2004, we went to a Japanese restaurant up on Columbus Ave together and I couldn't help but notice that he was still doing this 'lighter' thing except that this time he was doing it with a napkin and turning it over and over in his hand as he extolled on the on the very intimate details concerning the saki in the cups in front of us. I mean I recall now that he was flipping the napkin in his fingers in much the same way that he used to flip that lighter in his fingertips years before.
This was the 'Tom thing' and he extended this into so many other things that he came into contact with it seems. Forget about all the other stuff- all the problems, the troubles- the 'hassles'. When I think of Tom, I think of things like this, the way he did things and the way he was. It was just the Tom way and I remember that I dug him for that.
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