Today is two weeks until what would have been the first Christmas in three years for all six Martins to be together. It has been an especially hard few months considering the holidays, but everyone finds comfort in different ways and mine has been in stories. I have looked through pictures and read pieces of Tom’s blog nearly every day the past two months and at first it was nearly unbearable. Every day there are more smiles and fewer tears – though both are good for the soul.
One thing that I did not expect is how it would feel to talk to people. So many (most, in fact) people where I live don’t know Tom, but there are a few – and it makes for a very different conversation. When I get to see and hug people who knew him, it’s just as hard on them as it is on me and it makes for a tough moment.
Something that makes my day and makes me cry – all at the same time – is receiving notes and letters from people about how they are remembering Tom. Prayer services and memorials, and tending to his grave. And I hear almost daily from my sisters a story or two that we know Tom would love to laugh at with us.
I received a note yesterday from a dear family friend in Cabot – and I want to share it with you. Those of you who knew Tom’s connections to Cabot High School, and to the band, and particularly to the teachers mentioned — will be especially touched.