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Tom Bradbury

Gods own ghostwriter

By Jan PortugalPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
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Tom....Tom....Tom....wake up, you're having a bad dream. You have things to do...fix the hole in the chicken’s house, clean up after the lambs, finish that new story.... Tom... Tom...dammit! Tom wake up! I wish that's what I could have said...but...instead.

Tom can't wake up he’s gone. He's off in another dimension now - Now he can aspire to inspire us en mass, no longer in a one on one pow-wow, he will not be there to randomly spin another quirky story so funny we can't help but grin.

He told me once dreams we're for traveling. I'd like to think that's where he was when it happened. Off traversing some exotic ruins in Turkey or Istanbul or perhaps one of the local pubs. Maybe savoring moments portrayed by his favorite classic movie thugs. Anywhere but aware.

Tom has lost his life and we are lost from losing him. How can one tiny blip of a man living in a tiny blip of a world gone insane, have so openly affected the many blips entombed in our electronic terrain? Simply put - the power of ones and zeros formed Tom into a mountain of empathy, only to leave behind a canyon for a painful memory. For the fortunate few who actually knew him and spent time while Earth kept him briefly restrained, you’ll be blessed to know that within you his soul has happily been contained.

I choose to believe we are living in a cosmic ocean of radiant love dwelling inside each of us. That is our source. Can you feel it? Every one in or out of the body-mind paradigm lives in it. Nothing is lost in this eternal sea of bliss. We have only to think of Tom in some degree and he's here, bending over our shoulder commenting on commas, correcting syntax, eliminating debris. He helped improve my understanding, improved my writing which inwardly cleared a pathway from rank to professional from the bits of insightful wisdom he shared.

I’d like to think that he's sorry he had to leave, and he’ll miss posting and friendly kibitzing with us--his loyal friends--instead he’ll be dreaming of grandiose castles to find a way for us to visit through the veils of creation we collectively share. I’d like to think he's still very much with us in a silent place in our prayers.

Dearest Tom. We miss you so - even though - you are closer now than ever before. Bless you on your heavenly journey afar, take with you a portion of us--for you are right now--a much brighter guiding star. And that's how we’ll think of you no matter where we--or you are. We love you Tom Bradbury. Thank you for the short but definitive time that was ours.

HEARTED AND SUBSCRIBED

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About the Creator

Jan Portugal

I love the adventure writing takes me on. I enjoy the idea of sharing them with an audience. I hope you enjoy my visions too.

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