Yesterday was a great experience reminding me of why Tbird was so beloved by his family and friends. It was a unification between all aspects of Tbird's life-- his work, ren fairs, Blackhawks, and family.
All of it came together in a somber reverence of his life. Each picture showing the joy he brought to others, then going up front to see his jersey hanging, then reading the note that the Blackhawks sent him.
Heartwarming.
I sat most of the night just observing. I really didn't say much as I really didn't have the words to say. What I observed told me much more about Tom than if he told me himself. It was a home filled with love, friends that gathered in respect of a good man, and a celebration of a life that I was happy to partake if even for a fleeting moment.
As the night wound down for Marcy and I-- I went to the basement and held his red #57 jersey briefly. Overcome with grief I went upstairs to leave as a woman approached us and told us how special we all were to be a part of such a great mans life. I don't know who that was, but the comments stuck with me as I cried in the garage.
I then walked with my wife down the drive to the street, where my foreign car was parked.
Gotta respect Tom's wishes.