My deepest condolences to my Aunt Cindy, Matt, Mike, the entire family, and friends. The world lost a great man, a wonderful grandfather for sure.
My Uncle Tom wasn’t supposed to die. When I worry about my loved ones passing away, Uncle Tom wasn’t on that list. Why? Uncle Tom was an old Italian man (at times grumpy!) who wasn’t going anywhere, he was going to be around forever because that’s just the image I had in my brain. It did not occur to me that he wouldn’t be.
At least once a year, usually the Friday or Saturday after Thanksgiving (as we were visiting the Norris family, that long drive from Oxford, Ohio to Newark, Delaware was a routine), we spent the evening with Uncle Tom, Aunt Cindy, Matt & Mike. After we enjoyed a wonderful dinner, usually made by Uncle Tom, Dad and Uncle Tom would sit in the family room, Uncle Tom pontificating (with a glass of wine), and Dad enjoying the time with his best friend. Mom and Aunt Cindy would be cleaning up from dinner, usually doing more laughing than cleaning, and the kids hanging out. But I often would sneak into the kitchen, not to help clean, but to be near Dad and Uncle Tom. The older I got, the more brave I got, and I would chime in, sometimes debating with him (respectfully of course), and taking it all in. And he encouraged me to do so - to have an opinion! He would also talk about the boys crazy hockey schedules, and living in a hockey town (Miami University), I loved that! And wouldn’t you know, I am now the mom of two hockey players.
He loved his best friend’s daughters. His best friend gave him the two girls he never had. Like all godfathers, he cheered me from afar while offering his opinion whenever he could. It was really one of those situations where I rarely asked for it, but his opinion was given! I will never forget the look on his face when I told him I was not going to the University of Delaware, rather Denison University in Ohio, for college. His face did not hide that he was disappointed, he wanted his goddaughter in Newark, close by. At 17, I didn’t appreciate that, at 45, I most certainly do. I eventually made it to the East Coast, and when I could, I would escape DC, head north to see my family, and Uncle Tom & Aunt Cindy if they were in Newark.
He also loved my husband, the smile on his face the first time he met Nate, he was a happy man. He approved. Of course it helped that I married a hockey player. And then had two hockey players. I did good in his mind!
I wish I could be there today to say goodbye, but as my Aunt Cindy said, “under no circumstances are you to come to Lewes from Ohio during hockey season!” Incredibly appropriate from the OG of Hockey Moms. He was loved by so many, and he will be missed.
My love to the family,
Emily (Taylor-Norris) Greenberg