This is a difficult blog for me to write. I feel sad, and everyone here at the office is grieving over the death of our co-worker, Tom Baulch. Tom died about a week ago from complications of Sepsis. To most people he was “Tommy” – a 62 year old big kid. He had the curiosity and enthusiasm of a kid of 9 years old, and an encyclopedic knowledge of baseball. In fact, he was so curious about life that he never stopped learning and this high school graduate would routinely wipe the floor with the best trial lawyers in the office at “Jeopardy” in the lunch room. He was not overly educated, but someone who could intelligently talk about nearly any subject. And he did. He could talk, and talk.
I hired Tom as our building manager when he lost his job during the Detroit News Paper strike many years ago. He was our “go to” guy whenever something needed to be done around the office, whether it was cleaning or getting some obscure file. He had a lot of health problems, and struggled with his weight, but he came to work and struggled through his aches and pains. He also had more than his fair share of tragedies in life, but they never took anything out of his propensity for loud and sincere laughter. I think that is what I will miss the most about him – not hearing his laughter bellowing down the hallways. He was a good man who could laugh just as loudly at himself as he would a good joke – and he was a gifted practical joker.
Tom is not the first co-worker we have lost, but he will be missed. Although his laughter has stopped, our love for him will not. R.I.P. Tommy