Good Days are days where you only cry maybe once or twice all day. Bad days are when you are consumed with the realization that you can't hang out with Tom, talk to him, hug him, joke with him, watch his plays, hear his voice, or see his face for god only knows how long. Those are the days you can't even get in the car, sit down, get out of bed, eat, or think without crying or feeling sick. Please continue to pray for us and Tom as we go through this. Will it get better? Who knows. It will never stop hurting...especially just thinking about all the important things in my life (or anyones life for that matter) Tom would have been there for in a heartbeat. Thankfully we know he will be there in a different form now, but it still stinks. Miss you buddy.