Memories of Tom A. Palermo

                           MY MESSAGE FROM TOMMY

                  By sister Antoinette Mondalto

It’s hard to write in a few words how it happened, but on Sept. 1st., the Saturday after we said good-bye to Tom, Jamie and I were walking along Nahant Beachway, a long  walkway along the ocean.  

The ocean always seems to bring comfort and put things into prospective.

As we walked, we talked over many things, but at that time Tommy was not far from our minds.  We were a little quieter than usual.

At the end of the walkway, just before we turned around, an older lady came out from behind the tall ocean shrubs and overgrowth. 

There was a stone marker within the tall thicket, which we knew, but never attempted to read because of its density and questionable tick inhabitance.

The woman asked if we were from Nahant and if we knew what was on the stone plaque?  We answered no to both questions, but she was unable to contain herself, anxious to let us know what she had just read (she reminded me of Loretta).  She said it reads, ” For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains”.  

It sounded like something a little angel would say about tom – a little message from him to let us know he was safe and in a good place.  

We thanked her and she said she was so grateful that we shared her excitement. i couldn’t help but feel that tom was there telling us not to worry, helping us to heal our broken hearts.

How brief and precious our time is here.

love,

Antoinette

                                            Dear Tommy,

                                     by sister Marie Carroll


I want to thank you for “my sign.” Soon after you left us, one of our family members told us they received a “sign” from you. This assured them that you were in heaven. This sign involved seeing several cement mixer trucks at an intersection on the way to work. This person also saw them again at the same intersection on the way home from work.

I prayed that you would also send me a sign. It would probably be different – not cement mixer trucks. I don’t see cement mixer trucks very often. I can’t remember the last time I saw one.

I spent some time at Mama’s after you left us. I eventually had to return to Rome on September 4th. Right before I exited the New York State Thruway, taking the Utica exit toward Rome, a cement mixer truck appeared in front of me. I had not seen it earlier. It took the Utica exit, followed by me! I next had to take the Rome exit. It took the Rome exit in front of me! At that point my cell phone rang and it was my son. I talked with him a little then said “I have to hang up. I have to follow the truck in front of me.”

I knew that I had to pass the truck to get a glimpse of the driver. As I passed, I looked at the driver’s side window. The head was dark and I could not make out any features. But I knew it was you, Tom. Your head was dark and featureless because you weren’t really there in person, but your soul and spirit were there. The truck then took the next exit. I smiled and headed for home knowing that you were okay and in heaven.

Thank you Tom, I miss and love you so much. You are always with me.

Your big sister,

Marie

 Remembering Tommy

By brother Bob Palermo

 I remember….. when Tommy used to drive the Redimix trucks, we would always look to see each other’s truck on the road, this went on for a few years.  I only passed him once in Nashua, NH. a longtime ago. I continued to look for Tommy, for the longest time, but could not see him.

After Tom had passed away, I asked him one morning, to show me a sign that he was with God.  As I came to a red light, I had many Redimix cement trucks meet me at the intersection, which I thought was a little strange, and had my doubts that it was a sign from Tom.

After making my delivery, I headed back to the same intersection and when I got to the exact same spot as before, again, I had many Redimix trucks meet me there.

I felt it was if Tommy was saying, “Bob this is your sign that I am with God, you doubted me the first time when you saw the cement trucks, so here is a second sign.  I am still here for you to see on the road,  I’m everywhere.” It was almost if I could hear Tom saying this.

After having this experience, I felt that this was my sign that I asked for, and do believe he is with God.

Love,

Bob Palermo

Tom will always be in our prayers. 🙂

                                  by sister-in-law Joy Palermo

 I just wanted everyone to know how wonderful it has been to be included into such a wonderful family… with the closeness and the love that everyone shares in themselves and with GOD.

It’s not easy in the world to find the time to spend together,  but somehow we all seem to have each other in our hearts.

Since Tom’s sad and tragic accident , I think we all learned the value of family and how it is important

to us all to find time for each other.

It has been an honor to be included in this family and I will miss Tom’s humor , his laughter and his great smile and it will be sadly missed during all our “get-togethers”.

I’m sure we will all always have a piece of Tommy in our hearts, and remember things he would say and

do and see signs sent to each one of you during the course of all of our busy days.

It was a real gift from God that we all had that wonderful party that your Mom had a premonition to have, she has – God is always close to her and she sees more , even with her not being able to see, more than anyone that I have ever known.

Tom will always be in our prayers. 🙂

Lots of Love,

Joy

Letter From Heaven

sent and edited by Brittany Packard

“Tom is in our every Tomorrow”

When Tomorrow starts without me

And I’m not here to see

If the sun should rise and find your eyes

Filled with tears for me

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry

The way you did today

While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say

I know how much you love me

As much as I love you

And each time you think of me

Know that I’ll miss you too

When Tomorrow starts without me

Don’t think we’re far apart

For every time you think of me

I’ll be right there in your heart