His love for his wife Joan solid and true. 35 years of marriage was a sentence he found easy to do. Confined for life with three sons Darren, Chris and Terry. Respect from us earned by the names that we used. Tom, Pops, Dad all meant the same, thanks for adopting us and giving your name. A gang of a family adopted him too. The beers and the wine he labeled and capped, political correctness he knew was crap. In the Navy he started, construction for a bit, but corrections is where he found his fit. To earn his respect was a badge only given to few once it was given we honored its worth. ALS came to take you, another sentence you met head on as was your way. No weakness or self-pity was acceptable for you. At the end I was honoured to be by your side to see the one tear that leaked from your eye as you finally let go and ascended with pride to patrol us all from the heavens. You will be missed and remembered, Tom, from every one of us inmates that had the extreme fortune to be held in your solitary confinement.