As Tony’s wife, it's hard for me to pick one memory that sums up the man I loved, but I hope this makes you smile. I was happy that many of Tony’s close friends were women, often ex-girlfriends, and I had no problem with him keeping in touch, going to lunch or even staying with them. I trusted him implicitly and happily for 22 years. One day I saw a missed call from Marina on his phone. “Who’s Marina?” I asked, without suspicion, just interest. Tony wouldn’t tell me. This was weird. I asked again and he refused to say and, for the first time ever, I felt a faint hint of unease. So I looked through his calls (NOT something I’d normally do). There were regular calls to and from Marina, going back months, and suddenly there I was - the suspicious wife. “Tony - just tell me who Marina is, please.” “Nope.” Shaking, I picked up his phone and rang the number. After a few rings it was answered… “Welton Hythe Marina”. It was where he kept his narrowboat. I looked at Tony and saw that familiar, wide, amused smile spread across his face. I tried to be angry but we both started laughing. That was Tony. I will miss him forever.
As Tony’s wife, it's hard for me to pick one memory that sums up the man I loved, but I hope this makes you smile. I was happy that many of Tony’s close friends were women, often ex-girlfriends, and I had no problem with him keeping in touch, going to lunch or even staying with them. I trusted him implicitly and happily for 22 years. One day I saw a missed call from Marina on his phone. “Who’s Marina?” I asked, without suspicion, just interest. Tony wouldn’t tell me. This was weird. I asked again and he refused to say and, for the first time ever, I felt a faint hint of unease. So I looked through his calls (NOT something I’d normally do). There were regular calls to and from Marina, going back months, and suddenly there I was - the suspicious wife. “Tony - just tell me who Marina is, please.” “Nope.” Shaking, I picked up his phone and rang the number. After a few rings it was answered… “Welton Hythe Marina”. It was where he kept his narrowboat. I looked at Tony and saw that familiar, wide, amused smile spread across his face. I tried to be angry but we both started laughing. That was Tony. I will miss him forever.
