Yesterday I learned that a lost friend passed away. We hadn’t talked for a couple of years due to bad behavior on my part. Incommunicado or not, the news of his death was nothing less than paralyzing, devastating. His life was bright and too short. Far too short.
Tom Flynn was a man who gave intense joy to all who knew him. He was the central figure to a close-knit group of friends, opening his home regularly for all-night movie fests, and more. His love of Lemmy and Motörhead was infectious, his homemade sodabread manna, his wall of hats legendary. Tom gave of himself, then gave it again. Selflessly. Heroically.
My thoughts are with those who loved him and are shattered by his loss.
Tom Flynn, 1966 – 2020.