through his eyes…

through the eyes of the most self-less man i ever had the pleasure of knowing.

tom petits favorite poem:

beyond a misty hill by james kavanaugh

some people never go there, perhaps they never will.

there’s an unmarked road, to a silent grove, beyond a misty hill.

they don’t send an invitation, i doubt they ever will.
you walk alone to a place i’ve known beyond a misty hill.

most will never find it. it might not be a thrill,
but the ones like me find a kind of peace,
beyond a misty hill.

there are no maps describing, nor is it found by skill.
it’s an unmarked road to a silent grove,
beyond a misty hill.

tom never gave me an invitation, but he gave me the will to open my eyes which let me find my way around this hill. i saw him one year before his death. i am so grateful i got to thank him for his being, in the way, that he changed me and my vision of myself…

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