Uncle Tom was our favourite uncle. My brother Shawn and I would relish his visits. He was always playful. He's the last one who knew us our whole lives; he lived with Mom and Dad (Edith, his big sister, and John Graham) in Regina when we were born. There is so much to say ‐ he did nothing by halves. He was the last of the generation in our lives who first shaped us. I know he said to miss him only a little, bit I will miss him a LOT. He was a joyful, funny, brooding, complicated man. I will always love him.

Goodbye Unc.

When Tom and Marilyn would come to visit,Tom always came with his supply of peanuts in the shell I supplemented that habit by putting a bag in their bed ! I always looked forward to their visits. Tom had a way of keeping Marilyn in a giggle with his constant light hearted comments.The connection they had was admirable! Bye Tom. I’ll miss you !

The love that Marilyn and Tom shared was special. I could feel that whenever I had the pleasure of visiting with them. Tom was a humble person and a brilliant conversationalist. I remember at a family reunion, we had an ice-breaker where, like a treasure hunt, we had to tick off categories of information by talking to each person. It was here I learned that Tom was a lawyer - he didn't talk a lot his own accomplishments. Tom always had a twinkle of ready humour in his eye. I always left my visit wishing I had more time to talk with him. Condolences to my dear cousin Marilyn, and all the family.

I made a few trips to Turner Valley to enjoy Tom and Marilyn's hospitality. We enjoyed walking in the hills, and touring the Rockies together. They were special times that I will treasure.

Tom nicknamed me "Winsome" and insisted on pinching my cheeks - more importantly, he sent "virtual" pinches through my mother when she visited him. I can hear his maniacal laughter - so proud to get one over on me!

I will miss him.