The memories keep flooding my mind, making me smile, making me laugh.
From early on, being my friend and providing space to grow my business...later, moving me to the library when he needed his space back! 😃
Remembering the many hours of testimony taken in legal cases and the amazing extent of his knowledge and expertise.
Remembering how he introduced me to snow skiing in the Rocky Mountains. Remembering after two days of ski school, he took me to the top of the mountain, assuring me that the treacherous slopes we were passing as we rode the ski lift were NOT the slopes we would ski down. (Duh!! Only one way down!)
Remembering countless nights of dinner or simply an impromptu visit, when he would leave his wife, my friend, to stay and talk far into the night. He knew she was in good hands.
Remembering him buying a new car and later driving it to the highest hill to listen to music blaring from the new speakers. Or better yet, years before, driving up in a van...with music blaring from the speakers! Apartment neighbors aside, it was fun for me! 😉
Remembering a blazing fireplace in a restaurant in Colorado and listening to Tom recite the history of Steamboat Springs. Tom's humor was never so evident as when he ad-libbed a hysterical list of events flowing endlessly from that brainy brain!
The memories are endless. I cannot do him justice. I love you, Tom Hardin, and may God hold you close!
From early on, being my friend and providing space to grow my business...later, moving me to the library when he needed his space back! 😃
Remembering the many hours of testimony taken in legal cases and the amazing extent of his knowledge and expertise.
Remembering how he introduced me to snow skiing in the Rocky Mountains. Remembering after two days of ski school, he took me to the top of the mountain, assuring me that the treacherous slopes we were passing as we rode the ski lift were NOT the slopes we would ski down. (Duh!! Only one way down!)
Beware the polished skier who finds humor in seeing you crash and burn!
Remembering countless nights of dinner or simply an impromptu visit, when he would leave his wife, my friend, to stay and talk far into the night. He knew she was in good hands.
Remembering him buying a new car and later driving it to the highest hill to listen to music blaring from the new speakers. Or better yet, years before, driving up in a van...with music blaring from the speakers! Apartment neighbors aside, it was fun for me! 😉
Tom enjoyed life!
Remembering a blazing fireplace in a restaurant in Colorado and listening to Tom recite the history of Steamboat Springs. Tom's humor was never so evident as when he ad-libbed a hysterical list of events flowing endlessly from that brainy brain!
The memories are endless. I cannot do him justice. I love you, Tom Hardin, and may God hold you close!
Thomas Wesley Hardin
October 3, 1944 - December 11, 2016
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