Tom Meagher Honours Wife Jill Two Years After Her Death

Tom Meagher remembered his late wife, Jill (pictured). Photo: Supplied, Getty (inset)

Tom Meagher has paid tribute to his wife Jill on the second anniversary of her death, emotionally recalling their final moments together in a touching Facebook post.

Writing that he "loves you more than you loved life", Meagher shares memories from the couple's last morning together, saying he remembered his wife emerging "from the bathroom, beaming with Friday enthusiasm, wearing a towel wrapped so tightly around your head that it forced your eyes to slant upward".

"Your skin was bright pink from your customary scalding-hot shower, and the edges of the towel left a white imprint on your forehead."

Tom Meagher remembered his late wife, Jill, on the second anniversary of her death with a touching tribute on Facebook. Photo: Facebook

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"Days like this make it all real; how you loved to irritate and surprise me, how much you loved to dance in your PJ’s spilling red wine all over the floor," he continues.

"You were a true original Jilly, a free soul, you were unashamedly you. I love you even more than you loved life. xxx"

Jill, a 29-year-old Irish national, was raped and murdered while walking home from a Brunswick bar after a night out with colleagues in the early hours of September 22, 2012.

Her murderer plead guilty to Meagher's rape and murder in June of last year. He was sentenced to life imprisonment with a 35 year non-parole period. His bid to appeal his minimum term, on 26 September 2013, was unsuccessful.

Read Tom Meagher's tribute to his late wife in full below:

Another year without you in the world Jill Meagher. I remember our last moments together two years ago this morning. You emerged from the bathroom beaming with Friday enthusiasm, wearing a towel that was wrapped so tightly around your head that it forced your eyes to slant upwards. Your skin was bright pink from your customary scalding-hot shower, and the edges of the towel left a white imprint on your forehead. When I left the apartment, I don’t remember looking back, all I remember is the sound of your voice singing, and fading slightly with each step I took, until it vanished.

Days like this make it all real; how you loved to irritate and surprise me, how much you loved to dance in your PJ’s spilling red wine all over the floor. I still find your to-do lists in old leather compendiums and exam results, notes, sketches, stories and characters in the pockets of old bags. I read your diary, and laugh at how funny you were, even when writing only to yourself. I still keep your clown make-up and your perfume. The bristles of your hairbrush are still blunted by the sheer volume of dark hair wrapped so tightly around it that they’re impossible to remove. I keep the thousands of photos you kept of the family and friends you loved so much. You were a true original Jilly, a free soul, you were unashamedly you. I love you even more than you loved life. xxx"