Thomas “Tom” Charles Elliot

I can’t believe the news today.
I’d like to close my eyes and make it go away
— U2
He was a year my senior.We travelled some of same roads and I enjoyed his company.
In any circle of friends and phonies, you take the good with the bad. Tommy was one of the good ones
He was the kind of guy that when you needed someone to back you up, he wouldn’t flinch at all. Not for money. Not for anything.

I looked forward to a day where I’d sit with Kirk and Tommy on the back porch,our canes propped nearby, while we’d laugh and joke about the good times we had. Seems like so many of our old friends have gone too soon, Now he walks with those guys and the angels.
There but for the grace of God go I.
Tommy will always be remembered by me as a great person. I was lucky to have known him- will remember him best for his sense of adventure, great sense of humor, his big heart and his devotion to his family.
My heart goes out to the Elliot family through these hard times.

Dear Denise, Chase, Jenese & Dane: What a gut wrenching shock it was to see Tom’s Obit.. I can only imagine the disbelief that you are all dealing with. Tom will be so very much missed. Kids, he was so proud of you all. Denise, I grieve with you and for you. Tonight we can cry on each other’s shoulder. I am so sorry for your family’s loss. Love to you and your children. Joan

Tommy

Tommy was born September 9th 1958, his mom (Cathy or Kay to some) was my mother’s sister so that made Tommy my cousin. And because my mom and Aunt Cathy were very close Tommy and I spent a lot of time together. I remember my Uncle Charlie and his wool plaid shirts giving us horsey rides on his back in the living room at their house. When Uncle Charlie died Tommy was only young and so he became a constant part of my family. We became like brother and sister. We spent every Christmas together, always getting red two piece footed pj’s, got carried thru the living room with the tree covered in “Angel Hair” and the presents covered so we couldn’t see what Santa had left. I remember Tommy’s LOVE for Daniel Boon and his real Racoon hat Because Aunt Cathy went back to work at “Community TV” the first cable TV company in London, Tommy spent summers and school holidays with my mom, dad and me. I can tell you Tommy was a bit of a “risk taker” even then. If he wasn’t holding our dog Pogo’s tail while the dog swam out into the deepest part of the pond he was getting himself into some kind of predicament. On one occasion, mom, dad, Tommy and I were camping at Kilbear Provincial Park. Out of nowhere we hear “Uncle Pat HELP” Tommy had fallen over the edge of a cliff and was hanging on desperately to a tree. All my dad said was “For Christ sake Tommy don’t move ” Tommy liked to fish and we had a big red cedar strip canoe, Tommy’s name on one end, mine on the other.
Tommy was a practical joker. He and his best buddy Kenny used to stuff old clothes to look like a person, throw them out on the road over the culvert and wait for a car to go by. Tommy and I were always trying to fool my mom. Sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t.
Labour Day was always spent at Ipperwash Provincial Park. Birthday celebrations for Aunt Cathy and Tommy were the order of the day. Not just once but many many more. Tommy always ate extra cake just to find the money in it
As time moved on, our time together became less. I married, Tommy of course was an usher and became my youngest daughter’s Godfather. Both my daughters were in Tommy and Denise’s wedding. We didn’t see much of each other after that, busy with our own families. But at times got together some sad some happy. Last summer Tommy helped out with Courtnay and Clint’s stag and doe. Tommy liked to do things big, so a simple request for minnows turned into a batch of minnows that you could catch a million fish with. When he found out, Aunt Shirley was very sick he came and visited her at the hospital, a place that always made him uncomfortable but he was there for her. In November when she was dying he came and held her hand and stayed with Dad and me and my family. At Courtnay’s wedding Tommy, as Godfather, read the Prayers for the people.
Tommy has had his ups and downs throughout his life. He has lived most of his life in some kind of pain. The last few months were particularity hard on him. He loved Denise to the end and his kids were his whole world. They say there is no pain in heaven. So I can see Tommy now, motor rumbling, smoke in one hand, scotch in the other, riding off into the heaven’s wearing his favourite jeans, leather hat and a black T-shirt that says…………………….. If you can read this . . . ………………………………. I’m free. God rest, Tommy.

Hi Denise..Bob Stuart here..sorry to here about your loss..be strong..i allways cared about u…never stop thinking of u