When I think of Uncle Tom, I picture him smiling with that wonderful twinkle in his eye and with a loving face which except for his beautiful black hair, looked just like my own dad's. I can hear him laughing heartily and teasing us with anti-BYU jokes. My favorite memory of Uncle Tom is him sitting in our living room on numerous Thanksgiving Days playing his guitar and singing "Watching Tommy Grow". He was such a wise patriarch of the Johnson family who we'll always admire and respect. I especially appreciated Uncle Tom so much for the inspired, comforting blessings he gave me after my own dad died. I know he did that for other siblings of mine as well. We all will always love our Uncle Tom!
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