Tom

Novato California. We lived on Hamilton Air Force Base, apartment 6C.

I adored Tom and his equal adoration was beautifully apparent. We loved one anothers company. He was a pro in complimentary descriptions written in letter after letter. Life was beautifully easy and safe with him.

We were babies planning on being together forever.

Tom carried me over the threshold when we moved into our California apartment. It’s the only home that we ever got to live in together. Then, one day he went to work and never returned home.

I was not prepared for our lovely little life to end in tragedy. Sure, I was a worrier due to the predicatory dreams I was having, but I had no real understanding of those nightmares. It was not until I received the JAG report that I fully put together, I had indeed seen him in his death. The images I dreamt, were the images I privately viewed in that JAG report. How? Why? I don’t know and I may never know. But I do know that he knew about my prediction and he was not worried about it. We both thought that I was simply scared of losing him. And that much was true, but knowing that I was right, all along doesn’t do me any good now, does it? I’d still have married him, knowing I could not change his ending, it was worth all of his love, to miss him the rest of my life.

If you want to read about how my heart was created and then broken by the same young man, you must read See You Later. He is the sole reason I love so deeply hard and always try to be there for my kids and husband. He did that, because he taught me how to love. He loved me so much, he called me after he died.

It’s been thrilling becoming an author and sharing that phone call from the beyond.

I’m so lucky that I have had two men who love me so much, they let me be me and they both have loved me exactly as I am.