Finally, someone with the hospital does in fact confirm that Tom is dead. I can't tell you what happens next, because I can't remember. I knew that I had to get word
to Tom's family and my family. My first call was to my pastor. His first priority was the boys and I, and getting someone from the ship to come assist us. My second
call was to my Mom and she said they would get word to Tom's family. My pastor had a
Carnival rep with us within a very short time. They took very good care of us until the boys and I could be reunited with our family. Tom passed away on Monday, April 5
and we arrived home Thursday evening, April 8th. We buried Thomas H. Bailey on
April 11th, one week before his 47th birthday. I miss him everyday.


I didn't get to say good-bye. The Mexican coroner made sure of that. They did such a poor job preparing the body that our Tom was barely recognizable. We know in fact that it was in deed our Tom because the undertaker was a Bailey family friend and knew the family well. He advised myself and Tom's brothers not to view Tom's body because he looked so bad. I am glad that I listened to Tom's brothers and the undertaker. I think I made the right choice.


It has been two months since Tom passed away. We will never know what truly happened
and I have to be okay with that. I only hope he didn't suffer and he didn't feel like he was alone. I know he's happy. How can he not be? He's with Jesus.