This morning Tom passed away peacefully in hospital with Mark holding his hand.
Mark was called to go to the home early Saturday morning and when he arrived was advised to phone relatives which he did.
From then on Tom had a lovely weekend surrounded by all his family. He watched Brassed Off, listened to music, travelled down memory lane, chatted, had a few laughs, drank some Boddingtons bitter and had a dabble at a whisky and coke.
This morning he was transferred to hospital where within a few minutes of arriving he passed away.
He was 84 years old and I was thinking before that I've known him only 2 years less than I knew my Dad.
He will leave a massive gap in our lives not only emotionally but physically as we've spent so much time with him over the last year.
Tomorrow we will start the funeral process but today has just been about talking, remembering, tears and laughter.