He made me better and even in writing that I couldn't tell you better than what. I just know I always needed to be better because of him.
Now it feels as if I am swimming in a sea of enough, and it may take some getting used to. The waters are completely still. Not even a ripple. So maybe I will drown in music this week, feel the stir of emotion in some of my old favorites.
And miss him. Miss how he always made me want to be better.
Take it away, Tom....