After Linda’s death, Tom cancelled all his concerts and released a short statement:
Wife’s passing
“Surrounded by her husband and loved ones, she passed away peacefully,” the Sir Tom’s website wrote.
But last year, Sir Tom opened up on her tragic death. In an interview with This Morning, the Welshman said he would “never love again”.
His wife’s passing really crushed him and he struggled to perform on stage long after Linda was gone.
“When my wife passed away, I didn’t think I could sing,” Sir Tom explained. “When you’re emotional, you can’t sing, your voice closes up.
“There are certain songs I wouldn’t do. But you have to try and get things in the right perspective. Feeling emotional; use it to your advantage and put it into the song.
Now lives in London
“It took me a while,” he continued. “Took me a few months to try and see if I could sing. I got some of my musicians around and tried a few songs. But it was very emotional.”
Linda’s passing also had other consequences – Jones decided to sell their big mansion in Los Angeles, along with all their furniture, in order to move back to the UK.
Today he lives in a flat in London – that was Linda’s wish. His late wife had been homesick and wanted to move back to her roots, but cancer took her life before it was possible.
“She always said she wanted to come back and then she could not do it, so then she told me to do it in the last week she was alive,” said Sir Tom, who was married to Linda for 59 years.
There is no doubt that Jones still mourns Linda, whom he married at the age of 16. The couple met when Linda was 15.
Speaking to Radio 2, Sir Tom described the moment he first saw his wife-to-be:
“I remember her playing marbles and I thought, ‘My God, what great legs she’s got’. She was the best-looking girl around there and we got together. It was magic”, the singer said.
Linda and Sir Tom tied the knot as teenagers, just a month before their son, Mark, was born.
But their marriage would be rife with scandals and infidelity. For more than 50 years, Tom cheated on his wife.
om, who assumed the role of sex symbol, has previously admitted that he slept with 250 women a year at the peak of his career.
“From the very beginning, he was not exactly Mr Faithful,” biographer Sean Smith told Daily Mail in 2015.
It’s unclear how much Linda knew about her husband’s shady side, but it is clear that she suspected something wasn’t right. According to Sir Tom, the couple had a “don’t ask” policy when he was on tour.
”Linda lived a quiet life and rarely left the couple’s villa in Bel Air. During her single marriage to Tom, she has also had alcohol problems,” Robin Eggar, who wrote the official biography of Tom Jones, told the Daily Mail.
After 2003, the wife stopped accompanying her husband on his tours and remained mostly at home in the couple’s Bel Air mansion.
By then, she had already endured several scandals that must have tarnished their relationship.
In 1987, Tom Jones had a three-day fling with the 24-year-old Katherine Berkery, during tour in the US. According to reports, Katherine had no idea he was married and Tom refused to return her phone calls when she discovered she was pregnant with his child.
Nine months later, Jonathan Berkery was born in New York, in June 1988. Sir Tom denied he was Jon’s dad and refused to admit that it was his child.
My Little Daughter Prepared a Wishlist for Santa but Her Last Wish Made Me Question My Marriage
When my 5-year-old daughter, Lily, handed me the letter she’d written to Santa, I expected toys and gadgets. But her last wish made my stomach drop. It wasn’t about her. It was about her grandma and my husband. Her innocent words left me questioning my marriage and wondering what was happening behind my back.
There’s something magical about raising a 5-year-old.
My daughter, Lily, is the light of my life. She’s got the kind of curiosity that makes every day an adventure.
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Whether it’s her endless questions about why the sky is blue or her fascination with how cookies bake in the oven, Lily’s wonder keeps me on my toes and fills our home with laughter.
I’ve been married to Jeff for six years, and life has been mostly smooth sailing. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but we’ve managed to build a good life together.
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He’s a great Dad to Lily. She loves it when he plays tea party with her or reads bedtime stories. Watching the two of them together makes me feel like I won the marriage lottery.
As Christmas approached, Lily was bubbling with excitement to write her annual letter to Santa. It’s a tradition we’ve had since her very first Christmas when she was too young to hold a crayon.
This year, she insisted on doing most of it herself.
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“I’m a big girl now, Mommy!” she declared, holding up a red marker with an exaggerated look of determination.
I decided to make it extra special by sitting with her to brainstorm her wishes. I figured there’d be a few predictable requests. Something pink, something glittery, maybe a toy she saw on TV. And for the most part, that’s exactly how it went.
“I want a kitchen set,” she began. “A camera like James has, a smartwatch like Pam’s, and… oh, I want Grandma to play with me, not with Dad.”
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What did she just say? I thought.
“Grandma?” I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “My mom or Daddy’s mom?”
“Yours,” she replied. “She comes when I’m usually asleep, around three p.m. One time, I woke up and heard something. I saw Grandma’s bag and heard her voice in your bedroom. When I went in, Daddy was putting on his shirt. When I asked Grandma to play, they said they’d already played, so Grandma was leaving.”
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I couldn’t believe her words. I thought she was making this up.
I laughed nervously. “Honey, I think you dreamed that. Grandma doesn’t—”
“No, I saw her,” Lily interrupted firmly. “And she really was there.”
I shrugged it off, trying not to read into it. But a seed of doubt had already been planted.
Over the next few days, Lily’s innocent words kept replaying in my mind, no matter how much I told myself it was probably just a misunderstanding.
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My mom and… my husband? No, it couldn’t be. Jeff adored me, and my mom was, well, my mom. But still, there were little things I couldn’t ignore.
For one, Mom had been dropping by more often in the afternoons, but only when I wasn’t home.
I called her to ask about it.
“Why don’t you come when I’m around, Mom?” I asked casually. “It’s been weeks since I last saw you.”
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“I just stopped by while going home from work,” she told me. “We’ll meet soon, honey.”
“Work? Oh. How’s it going?” I asked.
“It’s… okay,” she replied. “I’ve been thinking about switching my career now. I told you about it before as well. I—”
“Mom, please!” I cut her off. “You’re a lawyer and that’s perfect!”
That’s all I got whenever I called her. She never visited when I was home.
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And then there was Jeff.
Lately, he’d been complaining about back pain, wincing every time he stood up or bent down. When I asked about it, he brushed me off with a quick, “It’s nothing serious.”
But now, that casual dismissal felt like another puzzle piece I couldn’t fit.
The first real red flag came a few days later when I was cleaning out a drawer in our bedroom. I found a small, nearly empty bottle of lavender massage oil tucked behind some old socks.
It wasn’t mine, and I didn’t remember seeing it before.
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“What’s this?” I asked Jeff, holding up the bottle.
“Oh, that’s your mom’s,” he replied with a shrug. “She’s been, uh, using it for her back.”
“For her back?” I repeated.
“Yeah, she left it here by accident,” he said nonchalantly, walking away before I could ask anything else.
Something about his tone didn’t sit right with me. And then Lily’s comments replayed in my mind.
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Is Jeff hiding something from me? I thought. Did Lily really see Mom and Jeff in our bedroom?
These thoughts were making me go crazy, and what made things worse was Mom’s behavior lately.
So, the thing is, my mom’s always been polished and professional. She’s this proud lawyer who’d wear heels even to casual family dinners.
But recently, she’d traded her usual tailored suits for yoga pants and oversized tees.
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“What’s up with the new outfits, Mom?” I asked her one day.
“Oh, nothing,” she smiled. Just trying to relax more.”
Her answer made sense, but not if I analyzed it with Lily’s words ringing in my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder why her sudden transformation coincided with her secret visits to my place.
Then there were her hushed conversations with Jeff.
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One night, I walked past the living room and saw them sitting close, their heads bent together. Mom was whispering, “We’ll have to keep this between us. She wouldn’t understand.”
Jeff nodded but they both went silent the moment they saw me.
“Everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Fine!” Mom chirped, standing quickly and brushing her hands on her pants. “Just discussing, uh, holiday plans.”
It didn’t feel fine. And Jeff’s behavior didn’t help. He’d started acting overly attentive, bringing me coffee in bed, folding laundry without being asked, and even volunteering to pick up groceries.
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I should’ve been happy, but it felt off. It felt like he was trying too hard.
At that point, I was sure something was happening behind my back, but I wasn’t certain if confronting Mom and Jeff directly would help.
I knew I had to do something myself.
The final straw came on a random Tuesday. I was packing Lily’s lunch when she casually asked if her grandma would visit.
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“She always comes on Tuesdays,” she said.
“Really?” I asked. “Maybe she might come this time as well.”
And that was the point when I decided it was time to find out the truth.
That day, I left work early, determined to catch whatever was happening.
As I pulled into the driveway, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. I quietly opened the door and stepped inside.
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The house was silent, but faint murmurs drifted from upstairs. I quietly crept up the stairs, and my heart pounded louder with each step.
I stopped by the bedroom door. My breath caught as I heard Jeff sigh.
“That’s perfect,” he murmured.
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I flung the door open and froze.
What I saw wasn’t what I had imagined.
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My mother was there, yes.
She was perched on the edge of the bed, her hands pressing firmly into Jeff’s back. His shirt was off, but it wasn’t the romantic, scandalous scene I’d feared.
It looked like a… MASSAGE.
Both of them turned to me with startled expressions, as if I were the intruder.
“What are you doing here, Mom?” I demanded.
Mom blushed, fumbling with the small bottle of lavender massage oil beside her.
“Brisa, I — this isn’t what it looks like,” she stammered.
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“Oh, so it’s not you sneaking into my house every afternoon to play with my husband?” I shot back.
“Brisa, calm down,” Jeff said. “It’s nothing like that.”
Mom sighed, setting the oil down.
“Okay, I can explain,” she cleared her throat. “I’d been thinking about a career change, Brisa. I told you as well, remember?”
I nodded.
“I want to be a massage therapist, honey. And Jeff, well, he’s been having terrible back pain, so he agreed to let me practice on him.”
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“What?” I blurted out. “But why didn’t you guys tell me?”
“I thought you wouldn’t understand,” she said. “You see, no one took me seriously when I said I wanted to change my career. You weren’t ready to accept that I didn’t want to be a lawyer anymore, and your dad also thought becoming a massage therapist was absurd. But Jeff… he was the only one who supported me.”
I couldn’t believe this was what Mom and Jeff were hiding from me. Had I really jumped to such wild conclusions?
I stared at them, feeling like the world’s biggest fool.
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“So… this is all about back pain and a new career?” I asked weakly.
“Yes,” Mom said, her voice soft now. “I didn’t mean to hide it, Brisa. But after how dismissive everyone was, I didn’t see the point in telling anyone except Jeff. He’s been so supportive, and I didn’t want to burden you with it.”
“And honestly, I didn’t think it was a big deal,” Jeff said. “I didn’t want to add to your stress with Christmas coming up.”
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I let out a shaky laugh. “Well, you both could’ve saved me a lot of sleepless nights by just saying something.”
Mom leaned forward, squeezing my hand. “I’m sorry, honey. I never meant to make you feel like something was wrong.”
In that moment, I realized how quick I’d been to jump to conclusions. My mother wasn’t sneaking around. She was chasing a passion. And my husband wasn’t betraying me. He was just supporting her.
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“I’m also sorry,” I said. “I jumped to such absurd conclusions without investigating anything… And Mom, I’m sorry for not believing in you. Go for it, please. Become a massage therapist. You’ve got my full support.”
And just like that, the tension melted away, leaving us stronger than before.
Christmas that year turned out to be one of the best we’d ever had. Mom proudly announced her plans to enroll in massage therapy school over dinner, and for the first time, we all cheered her on.
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Meanwhile, Lily beamed as she unwrapped her gifts, especially the kitchen set she’d been dreaming of.
And as we sat around the tree, sipping hot cocoa and laughing, I realized how lucky I was to have a family that could weather misunderstandings and come out stronger.
It was a Christmas filled with love, trust, and new beginnings.
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