Tom was one of a kind and a wonderful husband to my dearest friend Betty. I have so many memories and stories, but many of them revolve around two trips we took together. When we were in Germany our city entrances and exits were never smooth. Once we were on a pedestrian only street and a shopkeeper stopped us to hand us something. After tense moments, we made it to our hotel and dropped off our luggage and headed as quick as we could for our mandatory weiss beer. It turns out the paper was a marriage test. Betty started asking Tom the questions. With his calm voice Tom said "Now is not a good time Dear." On the same trip we arrived at Neuschwanstein Castle to masses of people. I don't know how Tom did it, but he led us through the crowd near the front for a very short wait. Tom loved the autobahn. We were in the Black Forest and it started to rain. I was trying to brake the car with my foot. Tom looked at me with that twinkle in his eye and said "Deborah you look scared." Tom had an avid curiosity and enjoyed learning. The only thing he would not learn is how to ask for directions.
Another trip we took to Taos New Mexico. Tom went skiing and Betty and I went on a side trip. On the way back we were almost out of gas with no station in site. Betty mentioned that Tom said when out of gas drive serpentine which I did. Other drivers must have thought we were drunk, but we made it to the gas station just in time. We visited the Taos Pueblo and Tom just loved the flat bread. We were scheduled to go our separate ways when suddenly there was a knock on my door and Betty and Tom said they wanted to visit the Anasazi cliff dwellings with me. We visited Indian Pueblos and the cliff dwellings. It was beautiful outside and a wonderful travel day.
At the home front, Tom ate a pepper a day. I asked if they were hot. Tom said not bad. He gave me one and I thought my mouth was on fire. Tom got a big chuckle out of that. He was always reading the paper, financial news, watching sports, doing soduku puzzles, or lighting a fire that he would sit in front of with a glass of scotch in the evenings. This was after a long day of working on whatever his projects were. He was in his own way a renaissance man. He loved his family and friends and his family and friends embraced those he loved.
My heart is heavy with your loss.
Deborah Chene