One of the early memories I have of my nephew Tom is when he was around eight years old and was staying over with us. At around 11 o’clock at night he came and woke me up telling me he was hungry. I thought I’d quickly make him a toast but no, because Tom loved chips and wanted chips, and as there was no such thing as oven chips back then I had no choice but to make him proper chips. He also loved my koubebia and every time he asked, I would make them for him, even when he was unwell and in hospital that’s all he wanted me to take him. Tom also had a style all of his own and I can’t remember how many times I made his shirts more fitted and stylised to his specifications. Once, he bought a coat but was not sure if he liked it enough to keep, but it didn’t stop him from wanting it more fitted, after I altered it he wore it to work a week or so then decided he didn’t like it and sent it back and got a refund. Then there was a pair of jeans he wanted taken in, he pinned them himself to make sure I took them in enough, I told him they’ll be too tight but I still did what he wanted and surprise surprise a few days later he phoned and asked me if I could make them wider again as they were difficult to take off. Tom was such a character, kind and caring, and I really miss the times we spent together chatting and the funny and witty stories he would tell. He loved being around family and deep down he loved family life. He was the happiest when he married Nina, his rock, and together with his beautiful stepdaughter Estella and his beloved son Rafi his life was perfect. But life is never fair because Tom has left us too soon, and now memories of him have taken his place. Tom lived life to the full and even though he faced many hurdles and challenges he never complained and faced the end with indomitable heroism, courage and dignity. Rest in peace our Tom. Love you, till we meet again. XXX
One of the early memories I have of my nephew Tom is when he was around eight years old and was staying over with us. At around 11 o’clock at night he came and woke me up telling me he was hungry. I thought I’d quickly make him a toast but no, because Tom loved chips and wanted chips, and as there was no such thing as oven chips back then I had no choice but to make him proper chips. He also loved my koubebia and every time he asked, I would make them for him, even when he was unwell and in hospital that’s all he wanted me to take him. Tom also had a style all of his own and I can’t remember how many times I made his shirts more fitted and stylised to his specifications. Once, he bought a coat but was not sure if he liked it enough to keep, but it didn’t stop him from wanting it more fitted, after I altered it he wore it to work a week or so then decided he didn’t like it and sent it back and got a refund. Then there was a pair of jeans he wanted taken in, he pinned them himself to make sure I took them in enough, I told him they’ll be too tight but I still did what he wanted and surprise surprise a few days later he phoned and asked me if I could make them wider again as they were difficult to take off. Tom was such a character, kind and caring, and I really miss the times we spent together chatting and the funny and witty stories he would tell. He loved being around family and deep down he loved family life. He was the happiest when he married Nina, his rock, and together with his beautiful stepdaughter Estella and his beloved son Rafi his life was perfect. But life is never fair because Tom has left us too soon, and now memories of him have taken his place. Tom lived life to the full and even though he faced many hurdles and challenges he never complained and faced the end with indomitable heroism, courage and dignity. Rest in peace our Tom. Love you, till we meet again. XXX
