I am sad today to hear of the death of Tom Uren, a big man with a huge heart, one of those rare people, a politician of conviction who lived to be of service to others. He survived the horrors of imprisonment by the Japanese during the Second World War, and witnessed the atomic bombing of Nagasaki. Neither those experiences nor his Depression era working class youth left him bitter, rather they gave rise in him to a desire to work for peace and to live a life of love of others. His politics were about getting a useful job done, for the betterment of those in need, never forgetting the people he came from. A more fitting tribute than I could write may be found here. I am happy that I got to shake his hand, and that he occasionally called me ”Boy” in passing on the street.  (“Hello Tom!”. “Hello, Boy.”) May he rest in peace.