and fortitude. He was released from hospital to return home a few days
ago as the doctors could do no more for him.
Tam loved life and lived it to the full and the door to his home was
always open to visitors, his heart to friends and his pockets to
charity.
His attitude to death displayed the same sense of fun he brought to all
aspects of life - when he was given months to live a few years ago he
had a “Going Away Party” - a year later he phoned me with a laugh on
his lips to say he was thinking of having a second one and making it an
annual event!
Follow Follow will do a longer tribute to Tam once we’ve gathered our
thoughts and talked to his family.
MARK, EDITOR, FF
Sad, silent, broken down, longing for rest,
His noble head bent meekly on his breast,
Bent to the bitter storm that o’er it swept;
I looked my last, and surely, then I thought,
Surely the conflict’s o’er, the battle’s fought;
To see him thus, the Saviour might have wept.
His rest was near - his everlasting rest;
No more I saw him weary and oppressed.
There in the majesty of death he lay
For ever comforted: I could not weep;
He slept, dear father! his last blessed sleep,
Bright in the dawn of the eternal day.