Tommy was one of the things I loved most about my time at Cicero Fire. He made it enjoyable. He cracked jokes, lit up the room, and had a way of making everyone around him feel better just by being there.
As I got to know Tommy and Laureen, Tommy and I grew exceptionally close. We had our own inside jokes, and more than once we’d blow off steam together about the goings-on at the American Legion, both of us being Sons members. In fact, Tommy was the one who finally convinced me to join.
During my last few years at Cicero Fire, and while I was still living in Cicero, Tommy and I became Legion buddies. We’d meet up, have a few cold ones, and it never really mattered who bought the round, as long as the other guy ponied up for the next one. If memory serves me right, he still owes me a round. I’ll collect on that when I see him in heaven.
To his family: Tommy touched every single person who was lucky enough to be in the room with him. He made it his mission to make people smile, and if Tommy decided you were going to smile, you were going to smile whether you planned on it or not. And somehow, you did it willingly, because that was just who Tommy was.
He will be missed more than words can say. Visiting home just won’t feel the same without seeing Tommy.