Tuesday, April 29, 2025
Tom is my uncle, just seven years my senior, but he always referred to me as his sister. He was always hard working and focused. Growing up together in Newark, NJ, we shared many memories. As a young teenager Tom held many jobs, mowing lawns, delivering newspapers, washing cars and working in the local Acme. Always with his eye on the prize, buying a car when he turned seventeen. From a very early age Tom was infatuated with automobiles. One of his first cars was a canary yellow plymouth. It was always a sunny day riding in that car with Tom, one he bought with his own saved money. He had a special bell under the floor mat that he would activate coming down Highland Avenue to announce his presence. No coincidence a new family had just moved in with a young beautiful red-headed daughter. It didn't take long for Tom to say "I'm going to marry that girl someday. And so he did. (I was so surprised to hear from Matt recently that he still has that bell in one of the vehicles at the Poconos.) Tom put himself through Seton Hall University and continued a beautiful and purposeful life. I will miss his hugs and years of love and support. Then, now, and always, with love. Beth
