Just received an entry from Tom's Aunt Betty:

Got Martha's e-mail and I tried to send a response twice but it did go through. I'll give you my favorite memory of Tom.

As a young tgeenager and after he would sit on the arm of
grammy's chair and put his arm around her and rub her arm.
I don't remember any other grandchild doing that.

Hope all goes well at the memorial.

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Ann Arbor Friends

I just got an email from Jay Williams.

He, Steve Schindler, Karen Lu, and Chris Ross all plan on coming out.

That is so nice !

Mexico Day 3 part 6

So Daniel and Woody wanted to do a little boogie boarding, but it was late in the day and they were having trouble finding ones to rent. We went back to the Sayulita Surf School and they

agreed to stay late and gave them boards. They told them to take Tom's surf board, but they did not. I think Woody kind of regrets that now.
I am glad we went back, because this man told how impressed he was with Tom. Tom had converted his skate board to a surf board trailer for his bike. The guy kept saying, "he had a good head, a good head" The school owner had it and he wanted to show us, but could not find it.
He did however, draw us this picture in the sand. May not sound or look like much here, but I will never forget it.-p

Martha missing Tom

Tom was the only person who called me Marty.

His passing is so huge in one way and in another, he had whittled away his life to a broken down car, a pawned surfboard and a motorized bike he had to pedal - like he reached his vanishing point. He did still have his enviable lust for life and adventure though, and I'm thankful that he was around as long as he was and that he was so happily pursuing his dream.

I'm loving the stories from everyone.  One of the stories was the one about being somewhere he probably shouldn't have been, and being shot through the head (luckily a fairly small caliber bullet). He drove himself to the emergency room ( it was nearby) and shouted at the staff "Save me! I have kids" Somehow, the bullet caused no real damage but it set Tom on a course to change his life. He enrolled in San Francisco State University and finally finished his BA in some field like molecular biology - he was going to cure cancer. Then he went on for a double masters which I'm not sure if he finished but it turns out he wasn't much good at the corporate job world so he ended up being probably one of the ony drywall tapers or wall paper people or bus wrapping people with a BA in molecular biology.

He always had a better way of doing things - before setting out for Mexico, he tried to get a job as a farm worker, cutting cabbage. They wouldn't hire gringos and he figured it was for the best because he would have taught them a thing or two about picking cabbage.

Love that guy, miss him, can't believe there will be no more new Tom stories - please keep the old stories coming.

Martha

Life with Tom

I had the pleasure of sharing part of life's journey with Tom Wehrer. The road could be bumpy, the ride always took longer then planned, especially if we took one of Tom's shortcuts. Tom would drive you crazy, but it was always loads of fun and never boring. Never was a man who loved the road more then Tom, and sad as I am over his passing, I know he was out doing what he loved, enjoying life, driving to new places, surfing and biking, and no doubt, spinning yarns.

We did three long road trips to Oklahoma together, and despite some friction, it will never be the same without him along, with his ready smile, his enthusiasm for trying everything and his generous giving heart.

I will miss you always, my brother, but your spirit always be there with me. There will never be another like you.

My cat Biscuit, who simply LOVED Tom, is literally standing on the keyboard as I write this, and purring up a storm, maybe he's saying his farewells with me.

Memorial Slide Show

We are working on a slide show for the memorial.

If you have any pictures you want to share please email them to:

mb@marthabruce.com

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