Adam Shantry tells us what the experience was really like….
I will never forget the day I heard the news of Tom’s passing. Having been fortunate enough to have played alongside him at Glamorgan for three years, and having shared many memories both on and off the field, the phone call that morning was, quite simply, the worst moment of my life.
Tom was kind, funny, full of life, and supremely talented. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a physique that belonged on the cover of a health and fitness magazine. He was in many ways everything a young man could wish to be. He was well on the way to a long and successful career, with national representation a near certainty, all whilst being watched with pride by his father Matthew, himself an ex-England international, and the rest of his family. The sequence of events is too sad for words. If an author had written his story as a work of fiction, the publisher would probably reject it out of hand for being too distressing.
The words above are written by someone who knew Tom only briefly. One can only begin to imagine how it has affected those who grew up alongside him, who played with him for his whole career, and those closest to him – his family.