God saw Tom getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put His arms around him and whispered, "Come to Me." With tearful eyes we watched him suffer, and saw him slowly fade away. Although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands put to rest, God broke our hearts to prove us, He only takes the best. I am grateful for all of Toms compassionate care when I was in the hospital. My prayerful sympathies to the family. May he rest in peace. Marsha R and friends