Dear Tom,
the last thing I saw of you was a smile and a wave, the last thing I remember is a hug and your laugh. You were on your ways to the Bahamas for the annual vacation ceremony. Just a few months later, the Grim Reaper had you.
Boy I hope they sent the four horsemen of the apocalypse for you and that they came with flourish, honour and everything they have on offer. At least. You deserve it.
I remember so many inspiring discussions on power and politics, education and manipulation, life and love. Often they seemed so natural, but since you are gone I realise how special these moments were. It is also because of you that I do what I do, and that I am who I am. Thank you.
I couldn’t even say good-bye to you properly… So I bid you farewell today, old friend.
I’m pretty sure you are having a fucking great time wherever you are. See you on the other side, buddy. So long.
