Our fox has left the swamp. It’s impossible to capture the otherworldliness that was Tommy Sellers with words. Ineffable. I know the ripples of his absence have reached unimaginable depths. If you knew him, you feel it. Just to share space with Tommy was a soul-awakening experience. A dose of magic (he had tricks too!). A comfort that held you like your favorite sweater on a cold winter night. He ignited a childlike playfulness that encouraged laughter, presence, spontaneity, hope, and love. We all need more of those things. I could go on… Actually, no. To be quite frank—trying to capture his essence with the words afforded for this post feels impossible.

Let’s continue to express our love of him by showing support to his world: His mom, Karen, and his precious daughter, Kylie. They need help sending this sweet soul on to his next journey. We can’t take away the pain of this loss, but we can ease the burden tangibly by helping cover the cost of cremating our beloved “Gary,” the ever-magical Swampfox…