Tim was a loving son, brother and uncle and a caring and loyal friend. We can only hope that he knows how much we all love and miss him dearly.

Tim’s early life showed every sign of a promising future. A keen and excellent golfer, he had a cheeky sense of humour and was also passionate about pop music and singing. He loved nothing more than to entertain people and make them happy.

Tragically, a ten-year struggle with a gradually increasing depression led to his own world becoming so full of darkness and paranoia that he could no longer bear it.

Eventually diagnosed as suffering from schizo-affective disorder, he became convinced that there was a conspiracy to set him up and frame him for all of the crimes committed in the world, everything from 9/11 to the death of Princess Diana. He was utterly convinced that, despite his innocence, he was to be made a scapegoat to set the world free from evil. He believed that everybody, including we, his family, knew this and were part of the plot. The only person he trusted, and then with significant periods of doubt, was his mother. He lived in a world of fear, believing that people were sending him signals so that he would know they believed the conspiracy and wanted to make him suffer.

Ironically, nothing could be further from the truth. Tim’s morality and respect for the law was unmitigated and he could not live with the thought that people believed him capable of doing wrong.