Let me start out by apologizing for my brevity. Be assured that I am not short on emotion from the passing of Tom Kowlaski, but, rather, I am uncomfortable and inexperienced writing about topics so personal and devastating.
The passing of Kowlaski hit me, and the entire Lions community, like we had been collectively thrown to the ground by Ndamukong Suh. Any devoted fan will not only speak of his astute contributions to the Detroit Lions community, but to his endearing personality that bled through his twitter accounts, weekly chats and "email answers" columns.
I interacted with Kowalski personally, only once. Here's what happened:
Kowalski's nickname "Killer" always seemed ironic to me, though he would never accept that. His big stature was in contrast to what seemed like an infinitely-positive demeanor. The nickname he earned as a radio host always seemed much more fitting: Uncle.
When I'm having a tough day or just want to get away, I usually turn to the Lions to bury my worries. Today, I can't do that. We'll all miss you, Uncle Killer. You're the best.