Memories of Tom A. Palermo

 

 

 

                                            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

 

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