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THOMAS KURUDA 1949 - 2013
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November 25, 2013
2 months today, miss you.
October 19, 2013
"That's your Uncle Tom's room," my Grandma Kuruda told me when I was about four or five during my first memorable journey through her home. Better than if I'd found a bowl of candy, the atmosphere Jazzed my imagination. African masks covered the wall, a guitar in the corner and a Newton's Cradle on his desk- it was a land of mystery and newness. Who could blame us kids for sneaking in later? Uncle Tom taught us the bones in the body, how to flip to win a quarter, when it could but a kid something they actually wanted, and how to water ski. We'd strain to understand he and my Uncle Dennis when they talked about work, the complicated technical terms dancing in our mind until they settled on something understandable. How we loved listening to them on Christmas Eve! Then, the rest of the world was a footnote. Uncle tom painted a fresco of sorts on our living room ceiling. It was intriguing, featuring different colored Greek columns that came to a point in circular symmetry. But, there were two or three outlines within that circle that weren't painted. I can still remember Uncle Tom telling my Dad "yeah, I'll come over sometime and finish that." Somewhere under the decades and layers of paint it lays, unfinished. I wondered often as an adult, if he didn't intend for that to not be finished. It's a mystery. Essayist and novelist David Owen spoke on the completion of projects " when we complete something there is only left to stand back in judgement. Until then, we can always hope the next stroke will complete a masterpiece." I like to think my Uncle Tom believed that too. I talked with him much more recently than I'd seen him, but always envisioned myself seeing him again. I still have the antique candy machine he gave me for painting his trim in '77 or '78. It needs some work. I love my Uncle Tom. Prolific novelist Joyce Carol Oates wrote that "we're not afraid of growing old. It's losing the ones we love that scares us. Wrinkles are frivolous." In a sense he's an unfinished masterpiece. My Uncle Tom...
October 18, 2013
Grief can be so hard, but our special memories help us cope. Remembering you and your loved one today and always. - You were an excellent employee Tom and I will miss you and your laughter and friendliness. Bill Lanman
October 10, 2013
MY DEEPEST SYMPATHIES TO THE KURUDA FAMILY, HE WILL BE MISSRD SO MUCH, HE WAS A KIND AND SWEET PERSON, ALWALYS WILLING TO GIVE A HELPING HAND. MAY GOD KEEP YOU IN HIS LOVING HANDS.
October 04, 2013
My deepest sympathies to the Kuruda family. I worked under Tom's direction when Verizon(formerly GTE) was inundated with work orders. Tom will be missed.
October 04, 2013
My deepest sympathies to the Kuruda family. I worked under the direction of Tom when Verizon(formerly GTE) in Weslaco was inundated with work. Tom will be missed.
October 03, 2013
Thank you for your service Mr. Kuruda. My deepest sympathies to the Kuruda Family.
October 02, 2013
My husband, Steve, was a friend of Tom's in their early days at GTE in Valparaiso/Portage. He enjoyed riding motorcyles with Tom and Tom's zest for life. May they both rest in peace.
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