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sadTopic: Family and Friends
There is nothing as heartwrenching as a funeral for a child.
Little Tommy was 3 and a 1/2 years old. He was a beautiful little boy, always ready with a smile and a greeting. He had a very adventurous spirit and, as Lauren reminds us, loved bugs. His mommy, so brave that she spoke during the service, mentioned what a privilege it was to have been blessed to have him in her life for the time that he was here. His father spoke of the Father's Day card Tommy had made for him listing all of the things he loved to do with his daddy. His grandparents spoke of his love of life and outgoingness.
The minister talked about many things, one of them being a man he had met that would always end his conversations with "I'm glad you passed my way". What a nice change from the typical "Nice meeting you." It seems to say so much more. It sounds like there was an exchange that took place, not just words that passed between two people, but an honest to goodness exchange. That's how it was with Tommy. The minute he saw you, he was exchanging. He was telling you all about his day and asking about yours. He was engaging and engaged.
Tommy will be deeply missed by family and friends.
And Tommy, all of us in the neighborhood are glad you passed our way.
