The only skydive I made with Tom was my recurrency jump after breaking both my arms. The first time I met Tom, he was packing my new canopy and attempting to give me pointers for me to hold my own. I'm a pretty quiet guy, but Tom would always be there with a smile and conversation. I'm stunned that he's gone, and it's going to feel really weird to not see him at Byron this weekend. Fly free, buddy.