Friday, December 15, 2006
Sometimes you feel like a post, sometimes you don't...
I feel like want to add a post right now but I really can't think of anything humorous about which to type right now. But that never stopped me before has it?
Lets go deep shall we?
Today is my birthday, thats right I have been on this planet for 22 years now. As I get older, birthdays begin to mean less. I mean its cool that everyone is nice to you and you don't have to pay for food or anything, but seriously I can drive, I can go to R-rated movies, I can go to R-rated bars, what else is there really?
So I find myself reflecting more on my past. This day is less about me than it is for the people who love me. The most obvious example would be Aaron Morey. This is his favorite day of the year. Its really the only day that he can wear that "Tommy is my god" T-shirt that he had made on the internet with a picture of me on the front.
No just kidding, I actually think about my parents a lot. They probably remember the day of my birth a lot better than I do. A little known, or sometimes known, I don't know, fact about me. I actually had a twin brother named Timmy who died at birth. Yes I know you're thinking, TWO TOMMYS! wow. Well it's fun to think about. But at the same time I cannot help but wonder how things would have been different had Timmy lived. I also think about how easily it could have been me that died and he would be the one sitting here typing a blog.
Now the purpose of this is not to be morbid or sorrowful on a day that should be celebratory, because really its my birthday you should be rejoicing that you know me let alone I let you read my blog.
I cannot imagine the emotions that raced through my parents that day 22 years ago. How happy and overjoyus they must have been to meet me. But at the same EXACT same time, they lost a child. I am not sure how much they think about it, but to me thats tough. So I thank them for being strong and I hope they are able to take comfort in the knowlege that Timmy is in heaven.
How do I know that? Timmy is a Saint in my book. I used to think he was my guarding angel but then I learned we don't actually turn into angels. But he is probably really tight with my gurdian angel ya know?
Timmy is a saint because he gave his life that I might live. You could argue this with me if you wanted to, but you would be a jerk. Think about it. It could have just as easily been me that suffocated on the embilical cord as it was Timmy. I am here for a reason. There is a reason God chose for me to live and Timmy to come home to Him so quickly. Timmy has got my back to this day I am sure. He knows there is an important reason for me to be here. The only problem is that I don't know what that reason is yet. But through the prayers of him and the other wonderful saints God has put in my life I am sure I will be okay.
So Happy Birthday Timmy, I love you bro. Thanks for always being there for me.
Ladies and gentlemen take my advice, you better be nice to me, it's my birthday!
Lets go deep shall we?
Today is my birthday, thats right I have been on this planet for 22 years now. As I get older, birthdays begin to mean less. I mean its cool that everyone is nice to you and you don't have to pay for food or anything, but seriously I can drive, I can go to R-rated movies, I can go to R-rated bars, what else is there really?
So I find myself reflecting more on my past. This day is less about me than it is for the people who love me. The most obvious example would be Aaron Morey. This is his favorite day of the year. Its really the only day that he can wear that "Tommy is my god" T-shirt that he had made on the internet with a picture of me on the front.
No just kidding, I actually think about my parents a lot. They probably remember the day of my birth a lot better than I do. A little known, or sometimes known, I don't know, fact about me. I actually had a twin brother named Timmy who died at birth. Yes I know you're thinking, TWO TOMMYS! wow. Well it's fun to think about. But at the same time I cannot help but wonder how things would have been different had Timmy lived. I also think about how easily it could have been me that died and he would be the one sitting here typing a blog.
Now the purpose of this is not to be morbid or sorrowful on a day that should be celebratory, because really its my birthday you should be rejoicing that you know me let alone I let you read my blog.
I cannot imagine the emotions that raced through my parents that day 22 years ago. How happy and overjoyus they must have been to meet me. But at the same EXACT same time, they lost a child. I am not sure how much they think about it, but to me thats tough. So I thank them for being strong and I hope they are able to take comfort in the knowlege that Timmy is in heaven.
How do I know that? Timmy is a Saint in my book. I used to think he was my guarding angel but then I learned we don't actually turn into angels. But he is probably really tight with my gurdian angel ya know?
Timmy is a saint because he gave his life that I might live. You could argue this with me if you wanted to, but you would be a jerk. Think about it. It could have just as easily been me that suffocated on the embilical cord as it was Timmy. I am here for a reason. There is a reason God chose for me to live and Timmy to come home to Him so quickly. Timmy has got my back to this day I am sure. He knows there is an important reason for me to be here. The only problem is that I don't know what that reason is yet. But through the prayers of him and the other wonderful saints God has put in my life I am sure I will be okay.
So Happy Birthday Timmy, I love you bro. Thanks for always being there for me.
Ladies and gentlemen take my advice, you better be nice to me, it's my birthday!
# posted by The REAL Tommy @ 3:43 PM 
