That's Not Tommy ...
By Gloria Faye Brown/ aka Granny Gee
Tommy ... and his precious son ... (date is wrong on photo) ... My son, grandson ... Taban
Tommy ... and Taban ... My son, grandson
Tommy ... and McKenzie ... My son, granddaughter
Tommy ... Taban when he was born ... My son, grandson
Tommy and Taban ... like father, like son ... My son, grandson
Tommy 'crying' with Taban ... My son, grandson
Tommy making Taban not cry ... being so silly ... My son, grandson
Tommy and I, living at Lake Royale ... my photo damaged by housefire ... lucky to have it
Tommy, my son, on the road ... big, gentle guy ... tough, only if had to be
Tommy, my handsome son ... I was so proud of you
My son, Tommy ... age 11 with me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates /aka Granny Gee
Tommy, age 11... as tall as me, in this photo... my precious Son
Tommy, on the last day he lived on this earth ... hours before he collapsed on the beach, sand ... at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. May 29, 2010.
Tommy! My eyes follow the young man as he walks tall, proud ... he has on sunglasses ... hair, beard nicely trimmed. Big guy, gentle guy ... a force to be reckoned with, if pushed ... a big teddy bear any other time. I look down to my lap, where my hands clasp each other ... that's ... not Tommy. A tear falls on my hand ... I wipe it away.
The gate rattles, Tommy's coming through the gate. He's here to visit! I think I hear him speaking to the Pups. I am excited ... instead of going to meet him, I sit ... wait. The wait goes on ... I know it ... that's not Tommy.
I hear a soft voice, speaking ... it laughs. Tommy! Hey, that's my son, Tommy. My lips begin smiling, I feel sunshine in my eyes ... lightness in my Heart. I close my eyes, enjoy it as long as I possibly can ... because ... I can only 'hear, see' my son in other people, now. I pretend for a few minutes, 'just to see how happy it feels' ... then, real life sets in ...
That's not Tommy ...
Note: These photos are my property, I own them/and story. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... Remembering Tommy
Colors As I Go
grief
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only child
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Scary
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Boiled eggs
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Distrust
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Don't call me Faye
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Dying
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I hate to be called Faye
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I'm afraid of the dark
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Middle age woman
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Pain that reaches the soul.. can't be seen
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Running
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Where did my youth go?
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dying in a beautiful way
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life is fragile
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light on my path
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my son
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I can understand about seeing Tommy in other people for just a moment. I see my nephew sometimes in other people. Sometimes I see other people that favor my nephew a lot!! I have even seen people that look like him that even has the same eye glass frames that my nephew had---then the go-tee----the same size----so many things that look like my nephew but I know it isn't him because I know he was killed by a drunk driver. In a way, it gives me a glimpse of my nephew and then it saddens me and like you I have those diamond teardrops. I don't know what it is like to lose a child----I would never say that to anyone. I just know how it makes me feel to see someone that looks like my nephew. Love, Ms. Nancy
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