Where do I start about Tom.  Simply put, he was the greatest man I
have ever known, and I loved him dearly.  He had an amazing array of
talents - whether it be welding, coming up with the right business plan,
helping craft a concert, or delivering a Bible study.  Tom was a true
Renaissance man.  He was spiritual, artistic, and intelligent all in one
genuine package.  I don't know what his IQ was, but it had to be
astronomical.  His wealth of knowledge about a wide variety of subjects
always made for good conversation, which we often had together.
     He was blessed with many natural gifts: He had a gift of
understanding - he could cut right through the BS to the heart of any
matter.  And after breaking it down, he would come up with a great
solution.
     He had a gift for sharing - he was so giving of his assets and
time.  I never ceased to be amazed by his unselfishness.
     He had a gift for enjoying - he enjoyed all the aspects of his life
so much, that he had a burning desire to give that happiness to others.
He loved allowing people the opportunity to work at what they enjoyed.
His Granbury Live and MC3 families are a testimony to that.
     He had a gift for friendship - He could make a new customer feel
welcome at GLive, and loved giving Uptop tours.  And for those whom were
lucky enough to see him day in and out, he was always there when needed.
He knew how to be a true friend.
     Tom was the ultimate collector.  Some people collect art or stamps,
Tom collected people.  He was constantly expanding his collection.  He'd
run across someone who needed help, or who had extraordinary talent, and
he'd find a way to get them involved.  What was so great was, he never
made it feel like charity.  He gave that person a sense that they were
in control, making their own decisions, and doing the work necessary to
succeed.  Then he would always be there to help make sure they
succeeded.
     I'm going to miss him for many simple things -  the late night
berries and cream, the way his overalls were always left undone on one
shoulder, his laugh at funny stuff on TV,  and the nicknames he always
came up with that stuck.
     He was my conscience in many matters.  Together we hold the world's
records for most failed diets.  My schedule is so crazy, he was
constantly trying to help me find ways to stay healthy.  He truly cared
about me, and I will always cherish that.
     Sister, Tom truly loved you.  I could always tell how proud he was
of you. It was very apparent you two had a special connection.
     And he was so proud of his daughter and grandson.  The last time I
saw Tom, he was carting that little boy around on his shoulders.  That
look of joy both had will be etched in my memory forever.  His last
words to me and Beth were "Goodbye Downtown and Brown Brown".  What a
fitting thing to say.
     There is a hole in my life that will always be there.  I don't
think any aspect of my life will be the same without him.  He has
profoundly affected my life forever.  I know I am going to be asking
myself many times "What would Tom think about this, and what would he
do".  Now I know just what Tom would do - he would enjoy every minute of
his life, and unconditionally love those around him.  That's what he was
ultimately trying to teach all of us.  What a great lesson for us all to
learn.
     We love you.
Kerry, Beth, Katie, and Stratton Brown