Thomas F. Foster

Hearing of Uncle Tom's death was a shock. There's nothing in the world worse than hearing of a loved one's departing. I loved him very much and I remember the wonderful man he was. I can hear him say my name and it sounds so real sometimes. I regret not seeing him as much as I could have. He will always be apart of us all and I will remember him for the funny, devoted and hardworking man he was. I love you Uncle Tom, you are in a better place. There are no more worries for you now, you are free.

As I struggle with the fact that there is a piece of my heart missing since the loss of my son Tom, I am so thankful that I have wonderful memories of him - his voice, his smile, his sense of humor, the contageous laughter he invoked in others, and his outgoing personality that made him a born salesman. Even though he attained much success in his chosen field, there was so much more he dreamed of doing. The fact that he loved his children and was a devoted father made me so proud of the man...

My uncle Tom was a wonderful man. He was a great father, brother, uncle and son, and he will always be remembered as those things. No one is perfect, and we all make mistakes. My biggest mistake was not getting to know my uncle better; neglecting the chance at a good relationship with him because I was "too busy" is something I'll always regret. Uncle Tom, I love you very much, and you will always be missed.

My Uncle Tom was an amazing person. I remember so many good memories with him. How he always played with all the kids instead of doing his adult thing. He was always a very nice and caring person. I will always love my Uncle and i will miss him very dearly.

Tom's truly was an unfinished life, but his philosophy always was, to paraphrase, "I get knocked down, but I get up again." There were challenges and heartbreaks, and good things that never came to fruition. And yet, with all that, there was happiness, there were good times and great times, and lots of laughter; there are memories we shared, and conversations that I will never forget. The loss of my brother Tom is not only that of who he was, but of who he might have become. He was loved, and...

There is so much I can say about Thomas for example that is what I always called him and he knew I was upset with him when I just called him Tom. So needless to say he loved hearing Thomas.But regardless of anything that was going on he could always make me laugh.I miss him greatly and I feel like our time together got cut short but I know we will meet again. I will always love you Thomas!