And by that, I mean visitors… long-time friends, and familiar faces, and it was amazing and sad and incredibly sweet and heartwarming, and I’m so thankful for all of it.
I told my mom, “Tom Park is in town and he wants to see you. He will be here in about 5 minutes.”
My mom put on her thinking face like she’s flipping through the Rolodex in her mind searching for the card which reads “Tom Park”.
A few moments later her face lights up and she begins telling me all about this man, and I say to her, “Mom, I know who Tom Park is…” and she’s like, “yeah, I guess you would know him, you are from around this area.”
And she’s not wrong, I am from around this area.
Anyhoo- Tom Park was my dads’ college roommate, best friend… brother. He’s family. He has the best stories, and we love him.