The very week of Tom's passing, buried under a mountain of paperwork during the day and crying my heart out in front of the TV at night, one of my favorite movies aired on a cable channel. Jokingly, I thanked Tom for sending me such a nice gift. The movie was The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, about a widow who leaves London and goes to live in a seaside town where the ghost of a sea captain, whose house she rents, guides her to pen his blood and swash story. Never would I have guessed that in a few months’ time, I will leave the New York area, live in a small seaside town, and be writing a blog about Tom's career. And he was the grandson of a sea captain. Then, to my great surprise, when I figured out how to find out if anyone was actually reading the blog, it turned out that two to three hundred people a week were reading it. Blood and swash, the unvarnished story of an actor's life was thriving. That was the first thing I’d ever written that had received any positive and encouraging response.



That particular favorite movie coming on the very week of Tom's passing struck me as nothing more than a pleasant coincidence, until all the things that continued to happen started to come together much later. Sometimes good news is much harder to believe than bad news, isn't it?