I have so many good memories of Tom, but two really stick out. The first one, and I’m so grateful to him for this, is connected with how he reacted to hearing that my doctor had put me on very restricted, low-cholesterol diet. No more cheese, no more croissants, no more cream in my coffee, no more butter… it was a shock, but I was prepared to do this for the rest of my life. Then we told Tom, and his response was: “Just look at you. That’s utter bullshit.” If he hadn’t gone out of his way to authorize an additional test, and show that the blood results had been wrong and the change was completely unnecessary, I might still be cutting all fat and dairy products out of what I eat. But this is how I would like to always remember Tom. Last Thanksgiving, he and Kris and Jamie and Ben came down to visit us in Wilmington. Our last mild fall weather had just finished, unfortunately; it had turned pretty nippy out, but we took the boys to the beach anyway – they had driven for six hours to get here and it had been a major attraction for coming down here. It was wet and windy, and the rain was pelting us. I was in a raincoat, and shivering, and I think we were all thinking that we would not stick around for long. But the boys had been so focused on going to the ocean, and they were so excited to be on the sandy beach and see the waves, so Kris let them take their shoes off and wade in. They kept getting sillier and sillier, couldn’t resist, and soon they were going in further and further, and getting wetter and wetter, until the only thing their parents could do was to take the boys’ shirts and pants off, and let them play in the waves in their soggy underwear. At that point Tom took off his own shoes and socks and went into the cold water with them, wading up to his mid-section with the waves sometimes up to his shoulders, getting just as wet as they were. To me, it seemed it must have been absolutely miserable in that icy water, but he went in, anyway. He went in because they were having so much fun and he wanted to do this because he knew it was making them happy. I was so struck by the moment, watching them splash around and jumping up and down in that awful weather—Kris waded in, too, of course—there they were, the four of them, soaking wet in the cold ocean water, with the rain stinging their faces, yet the boys were shrieking, almost hysterically happy, and Tom and Kris were right there with them, laughing and full of joy.