Vickie Schiavon
I have written many memories I can't seem to write this one without hesitation and tears.
It seems so real-so final-so Final.
You are reduced to a memory-This can't be.
You are so strong-so structured-so intelligent-always one step ahead of everything.
You always did it your way and moved on, you could be very mischievous though. Like the time when we were young and you put a firecracker in the door mail slot, lighted the darn thing and ran.
YES that was a good one. My right ear still works tom, Ha HA.
You made my oatmeal in the mornings and quick left for school, to become one of the smartest students in your classes.
I am so proud to be your sister.
You did such a good job your whole life, Family, Friends, and mentoring your exchange students.
You traveled the world, laughed with friends and did it your way.
I will absolutely miss our daily 9A.M. conversations-stocks, family and singing jingles from T.V. shows of our past.
I still look at the clock with my coffee ready waiting for the call, but the phone doesn't ring. There is no "hi babe, what's new today?"
my last words with you were "I love you, Tom." and you said, "I love you too baby."
There is a large hole left in my soul Tom, and itis called Just a Memory. I love You Tom!
Love your sister
Vickie
