Thomas Casey

5 Condolences

5 Condolences

  1. When we lose a loved one here on earth,we gain an angel in heaven that watches over us. May the Lord bless and comfort all of you during this time of grief. Fond memories of your dad will always remain in your heart.

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  2. When I was 19, Tom took me in when I had nowhere to go. I lived in the two bedroom apartment he had with rose for about six months. He would let me sit at the breakfast bar and take shots of gold slogger with him. And he would lecture me about my problems with my father and the loser boyfriend I had. Even better were the memories of our youth, around the age of 10 or less. When Rachel would go into her (we’ll just call them) freak outs, and he would look at me and before he said anything I would know, as he would say, “it’s about that time”
    you are missed Uncle Tom

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  3. When I was 19, Tom took me in when I had nowhere to go. I lived in the two bedroom apartment he had with rose for about six months. He would let me sit at the breakfast bar and take shots of gold slogger with him. And he would lecture me about my problems with my father and the loser boyfriend I had. Even better were the memories of our youth, around the age of 10 or less. When Rachel would go into her (we’ll just call them) freak outs, and he would look at me and before he said anything I would know, as he would say, “it’s about that time”
    you are missed Uncle Tom

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  4. Tom Casey, more than a friend, he was like a brother. I met Buddy Hopson through Casey and we both shared in common the best friend you could hope for. Not only was he good to us but he excepted our families into his life as well. We fished together, camped together, and yes, drank a little scotch together. Before his knee issues when he was able to get around we were usually hanging out at his place, or mine, or at Tangos Tavern. We had an awesome friendship and the utmost respect for one another. When ever he came over for dinner he always brought something (desert, wine, sometimes even flowers for my wife), even after insisting he bring nothing. I used to take my son Tommy jr. to his apartment, he would cut up fresh fruit for him and would leave his vacuum cleaner out so Tommy could take it apart and pretend he was using it. We usually met up after work at Tangos, and if he got there first he would have a beer and a shot waiting for me. I truly miss the stories and the funny jokes he used to tell. At first l started to questioning some of the far out crazy stories he told, but it wasn’t long after l met some of his merchant marine and shipyard buddies (and Buddy Hopson) that l realized everything he told me, every story was true. But l can tell you without a doubt that Tom Casey lived and breathed for his children, nothing meant more to him, absolutely nothing. My heart goes out to Toms family. To my best friend, l love you brother, thank you for allowing me to be part of your life.

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  5. Tom Casey, more than a friend, he was like a brother. I met Buddy Hopson through Casey and we both shared in common the best friend you could hope for. Not only was he good to us but he excepted our families into his life as well. We fished together, camped together, and yes, drank a little scotch together. Before his knee issues when he was able to get around we were usually hanging out at his place, or mine, or at Tangos Tavern. We had an awesome friendship and the utmost respect for one another. When ever he came over for dinner he always brought something (desert, wine, sometimes even flowers for my wife), even after insisting he bring nothing. I used to take my son Tommy jr. to his apartment, he would cut up fresh fruit for him and would leave his vacuum cleaner out so Tommy could take it apart and pretend he was using it. We usually met up after work at Tangos, and if he got there first he would have a beer and a shot waiting for me. I truly miss the stories and the funny jokes he used to tell. At first l started to questioning some of the far out crazy stories he told, but it wasn’t long after l met some of his merchant marine and shipyard buddies (and Buddy Hopson) that l realized everything he told me, every story was true. But l can tell you without a doubt that Tom Casey lived and breathed for his children, nothing meant more to him, absolutely nothing. My heart goes out to Toms family. To my best friend, l love you brother, thank you for allowing me to be part of your life.

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