In the hours that followed Jill's sudden death Gordon sat in a world of his own not wanting to leave Jill's side. He felt that if the connection wasn't broken then she hadn't really gone. After the 'time of death' was announced he'd sat beside her, holding her hand and telling her everything he wished he'd of said when she was alive.
'We had fun didn't we? They say good things come to those who wait and they're right. I had to wait for you to come into my life but it was so worth it. I'll never forget you Jill, that's one thing you can be absolutely certain. And I'll make sure that Jonathon knows how amazing his mummy was and how much you loved him. How am I going to tell them, hey? How am I going to explain to our children that their mums gone, that she's not coming home again? How am I meant to explain when I don't even understand? But there's one thing you must know Jill, I will always love you and there'll always be a part of me missing.' He stroked her hair whilst taking in every little detail of her body that he was so familiar with.
He'd been unlucky in love, first marrying a woman that hadn't really loved him and then losing her, and now his second wife had died. But this time it was different. Last time he'd felt relief when Caroline had died but now he was heartbroken. This woman truly was the woman of his dreams, the woman he had planned to have more children with and spend the rest of his life with. She'd been taken far too soon and he couldn't get his head around a life without her.
After hours, just sitting with her he knew it was time to leave; to go home and explain to their children what had happened. He stood up; his face stained with tears, leaned over Jill and planted a kiss on her cheek.
'Good Bye my love' his voice thick with emotion. He took one last look at his wife who was lying so peacefully as if she was asleep, turned and walked out of the room. The corridor was full of their colleagues, and it was clear that everybody had been affected by the events of that day. Even the strong and harsh looked as if he had been crying. This was the man who felt that woman weren't as good as men and had constantly undermined Jill.
Gordon acknowledged them as best he could, bowed his head and slowly walked down the corridor. The hospital was silent with all eyes following him. They couldn't imagine how Gordon must have been feeling; going home to three children now motherless, him now wifeless without his soul friend beside him. They all knew how much Gordon loved Jill, it was clear in the facial expressions he gave her, the way he spoke to her but above all the way he treated her. They also knew that Jill had loved him dearly, he was as she put it her 'first true love' and the man she wanted to 'spend the rest of her life with.' But it had cruelly been ripped from both of them.