14/09/2025
Six years on, I still find myself returning to something Tom wrote six months before he died - an extraordinary piece of writing that chills me every time.
He even played me a recording from his numerologist, who said he would go “to the highest of the high” in seven months and that I would carry on his work. I told him she was wrong, that I couldn’t do it, and yet that is what happened.
Tom had set up a company called Know Thyself to help others. A week later he drowned, and I turned that company into a charity. He prepared me in small ways I only now understand: introducing me to his friends, leaving his thoughts and music, asking for a sign we never made. He’s sent me wonderful dreams since. I’ll tell you more another time.
