Tom Jones Wondered He Would Make It After His Wife’s Death

The Welsh singer tied the knot with his childhood sweetheart, Melinda Woodward, known as Lady Linda when they were 16 years old. They had son Mark about a month later and Linda raised him, while Sir Tom Jones was away on tour.

Their marriage endured the pressure of innumerable affairs from the start, including the claim that he slept with up to 250 women a year at the height of his fame.

Despite cheating on his wife with scores of women, Sir Tom Jones always said that Linda was his soulmate and that from the day they met at school in Treforest, Pontypridd, he claimed to have known she was the one for him.

Sir Tom described her as the most important thing in his life and that she was an unbelievable woman, but a decade later, Linda departed this world after being diagnosed with terminal lung cancer at 75.

Her passing was about one-year before Sir Tom and Linda would have marked their 60th wedding anniversary.

Sir Tom Jones revealed he struggled to accept that his wife was gone during an interview with a news outlet in 2019 and that he blamed himself for her death and wished he’d forced her to see doctors sooner than she did.

Thankfully, Sir Tom Jones eventually realised that there was nothing he could have done to prevent her death, and he said that he couldn’t have done anything.

Sir Tom Jones explained it was too late when doctors realised she had cancer, and he continued that there was not a lot he could do.

In 2017, Sir Tom Jones revealed he could not sleep and wondered whether he would survive his heartache, and there were days when he felt like he couldn’t get up because he just didn’t want to get out of bed.

Sir Tom Jones sought counselling and was told he wouldn’t make it if he didn’t return to his normal life, and he recalls her saying to him he had to carry on and that if he didn’t, he would die.

He said that he thought of his family, his son, his daughter and his grandchildren.

Sir Tom Jones explained that his wife Linda’s favourite song haunted him – Bob Dylan’s 1989 song ‘What Good Am I?’

However, he couldn’t have been that devoted. She must have been so humiliated when she found out that her husband had cheated. How many times? And played her good and proper.

He wasn’t devoted to her; he slept with not just one but hundreds, and it was a bit too late to toss himself in the grave after she was gone – must have a guilty conscience!

It sounds extremely sad for her, and it seems that she was his only comfort blanket. Makes you wonder how she must have felt, and of course, wealth is not a comfort, though it doesn’t seem like it she who was ostentatious, for instance, fancy cars and designer clothes. He had the money, the power et cetera and any normal marriage wouldn’t have survived such betrayal.

And it seems like she was an uncomplicated lady who spent little money and grew old gracefully. And as for Sir Tom Jones, what was all the drama about? Thrusting his pensioner hips – sex bomb, I don’t think so, but then again, what’s one’s meat and is another one’s poison.

His wife could have walked, but she stayed, and she must have thought life was easier with him than without him, and she garnered the indulgences that his celebrity lifestyle provided her, and who’s to say that she never played him at his own game.

Published by Angela Lloyd

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