The Sky's the Limit Fund for Tommy

Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
Well I don’t care you’re here, tonight
I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain, oh yeah
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away…

Enrique Iglesias 

…I will stand by you, forever…

And know that I meant something in somebody’s life
The hearts I have touched will be the proof that I leave
That I made a difference and this world will see
I was here…I lived…I loved…
I was here.

And know that I meant something in somebody’s life

The hearts I have touched will be the proof that I leave

That I made a difference and this world will see

I was here…I lived…I loved…

I was here.

Opening Day 2012 will NOT be the same without you…

Opening Day 2012 will NOT be the same without you…

3 Weeks

Today is 3 weeks since you left us. 3 weeks that seem like 3 lifetimes. Tomorrow is Opening Day at Citifield…it doesn’t seem right that you won’t be there with your family, tailgating and cheering on those damn Mets. Becky & Mark are going. They are doing a memorial for Gary Carter. A memorial on opening day. I don’t know how everyone is going to be able to handle that. All I can say, trying to be positive, is that on Opening Day 2012, they will be honoring OUR angel, OUR Tommy Wiggles. I know you will be looking down on everyone, and maybe, just maybe, you will have an “in” with someone who can make this THEIR year. 

With Love…

Two weeks down…

While it seems that time has moved on, starting to heal our wounded hearts, I need to tell you that it never really will. At least, not the way it was. 

We were sitting at lunch today, feeding the baby that you only met once, when it hit me. WTF. I said to my mom, an aunt that just adored you, “Oh my god this life that we’re living!” and she knew exactly what I meant.

While life goes on, jobs get busy, babies get sick, money gets made, birthdays are coming up, seasons change, weather gets warm then cold again for no apparent reason, people continue to eat, drink and sleep, we still are here without you. 

It still hurts. It’s still so fresh. And it sucks to move on without you. 

2 weeks don’t mean shit.

2 weeks don’t mean shit.

Only the good die young.

Only the good die young.