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    Professionally, he transformed lives. Personally, his impact on those he loved was no less seismic.But four days ago, Martin Kelly, one of Britain's most celebrated cosmetic surgeons, died.

    Without warning, Martin, an apparently fit and healthy 42-year-old, collapsed in the doorway of his London home. He died of a heart condition. Martin's work brought him a host of celebrity clients and he delighted in the precision of his work.

    But his true passion was for his NHS patients and the Third World children with deformed faces whom he treated through the charity Facing the World. He was about to celebrate his tenth wedding anniversary with film-star wife Natascha McElhone, 36.

    They had two sons - Theo, eight, and Otis, four - and Natascha is pregnant with their third child. Her heartbreak is beyond measure. But Natascha's desire to celebrate Martin's life is overpowering. Here, as she wrote it, is her heartbreaking tribute to the love of her life.

    So in love: Natascha with husband Martin, who died four days ago, at a party in 2003


    This is near impossible for me. Anything I want to say is from such a personal perspective and, even though it's no one's business, I do want the world to know how incredible this man was.

    I'm hesitant, also, because we live in a world of superlatives, and words like 'incredible' have become hollow and meaningless, which is everything my husband was not.
    I know anyone who was in his sphere felt a strange electric current chase across the room as he entered it. I know he was the love of my life, the dearest, most exciting and witty friend I have ever had.
    I remember once I was asked a question by a journalist: "Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with?" I think I was meant to respond with a name like ĎEinsteiní and I said "Martin Kelly". They said: "Whoís that?"
    "Well, he happens to be my husband, but I promise you, if you met him youíd also want to be stuck in a lift with him." (Said journalist was female.) "As well as being gorgeous, heís the most exciting, stimulating person I have ever met."

    They said that was ridiculous and couldnít be my answer as no one would believe it. I agree, it seems implausible that someone Iíve known since I was 15 still thrills me to the core. He pushed me to do things I didnít think I wanted to do. Or at least, I didnít think I did until I had tried and was through the hoop of fire and then, of course, I felt a foot taller, living and breathing at his breakneck speed.
    It seems he had this effect on everyone who was his friend. You were touched by fire, it scalded sometimes.

    I worried about that for my boys. Would he push them too much when they were up that mountain? I would watch him effortlessly swoosh down the slope on his snowboard as they struggled on skis to keep up, only to realise by the last day his methods had triumphed again.

    They, of course, were now leading him, fearlessly shooting down black slopes with him chasing them, grinning from ear to ear, and, yes, even holding a video camera to capture the triumph of his Ďpupsí.

    Rightly or wrongly, he wasnít available to everyone. I think this was more to do with an inherent shyness than any kind of snobbery. But, as a result, the treasures he shared with me were for me and me alone - selfish, I know, but how loved he made those he loved feel. I canít begin to describe that feeling.

    Caring: Martin doing work in the Third World for his charity Facing The World

    I would be on a crowded busy street running an errand or picking up the boys from school near his hospital and my stomach would do a somersault at the sight of a man in my peripheral vision. I would instantly feel shame that my eyes had wandered or my loins been stirred by another and would quickly turn away, only seconds later to hear someone laughing and saying: "My darling, you just walked straight past me!"

    I would explain how I thought Iíd seen another sexy man and all along it was him and he would blush like a schoolboy and bury his face in my neck.

    Natascha and Martin, at the Baftas earlier this year, were about to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary

    I just canít believe I wonít feel his skin any more, how is that possible? I loved and touched him every day, and thank goodness I did. Bizarrely, we never raised our voices to one another, not a good or a bad thing Ė that just didnít
    happen between us.

    I canít believe that that magical, beautiful creature is not here any more. He was too good to be true. There was never a day when we didnít say: "Itís ridiculous how lucky we are, look how blessed our life is." I frequently felt undeserving of this; he, however, never.

    He was so sure of his place in the world and his right to everything heíd been blessed with, but without ever being complacent about it. I suppose it was because unlike most of us he never squandered a second of his life, every breath he took was full to bursting.

    I still feel like the luckiest woman alive, even though heís not here. To have been given such a love, to have had ten years of utter bliss waking up next to someone who made my heart flutter, I could never in my wildest dreams have wished for more than that.

    I donít know why Iím not surprised that his life came to an abrupt end. I didnít think, "Why us? Why me?", I just thought, "Thank God Iíve lived like this thus far. Whatever happens, it was worth every ounce of pain Iím going through now."

    I hope this isnít nauseating, I know heís beginning to sound like some kind of deity, but he was the most unique father, as well. Always giving our two beautiful Ďpupsí the alternate answer to any question, stimulating them, provoking them, peeling open their young minds to drop in magical statistics and facts, facts that I was always ignorant of.
    He hugged, squeezed and kissed them for an hour a day, tumbled about the floor with them, taught them chess, surfing, drawing, foreign languages, his version of truth, what it is to risk, to have integrity, manners Ė beautiful manly manners Ė and how to leap into the unknown at least once a day, because NOT knowing what you might find was the real gift of life.
    I could write about him for the rest of my life. The part that saddens me most is that, whatever I can try to give my boys, their world for now has been halved, I cannot become him. All I can hope is that the seeds have been sown already in their short lives Ė their gardens will flourish and I will tend to them assiduously and find any way I can to fill the gaping crevices.

    I know his work has been covered by his colleague and friend Norman Waterhouse, with whom he co-founded the charity Facing the World.

    All I know is that aside from us, his patients came before any pleasure in his life. In particular, those ones that were brought to the UK by Facing the World. I hope to be able to carry on the charity as those children gave him more than they ever took.

    That is what made his heart sing, those little faces being put back together as nature usually intends, thatís where he got his kicks.

    Any amount of time and labour was never too much; he did not know how to do things by halves, he couldnít.

    In fact, thatís my explanation. He lived several lives in what is usually only half a life Ė I suppose weíre back to a Ďdeityí again. He would die again if he read this because, although supremely confident in his ability, he was modest and understated in everything.

    He was the wittiest person I ever met, making me howl with laughter at some quip even when it was one of those agonising child-induced 5am wake-ups. Whether there was vomit all over the floor, a fried computer, cat poo all over his best suit Ė his first response was to diffuse the drama with a brilliant joke.

    I feel so ill-equipped right now in my sleepless, shocked state to write anything coherent, but I want to get in there and shout aloud his name, make sure no one misunderstands him.

    I want to celebrate him not only as my love but as a human being whose lust for living could infect so many people. A surgeon, a healer, a painter, a musician, a passionate sportsman, his curiosity was insatiable, exhaustingly so at times. Relentless in his pursuit of living and discovering.

    I hope my sons will never be daunted by the legacy of his spirit but instead inspired to do exactly what it is they want to do. That was his philosophy, we read it somewhere once: "Work hard, expect nothing, celebrate!"

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    damn, this whole thing is so sad
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    See? Not all plastic surgeons are douchebags like Dr. 90210.

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    coulda kept a piece...
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    Thats so sad Natascha is low profile but she's a great actress. I was really shocked to hear this.

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    I can't imagine how devastating it would be to lose a spouse.

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    Default sad. Reading this makes me wonder how she's going to be able to pick up and carry on. She seems so devastated.

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    So sad that a wonderful man has been lost to the world. Poor Natascha, pregnant as well. Hope she and baby will be healthy. RIP Mr Kelly.

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    beautiful words.

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    What a beautiful story on such a sad subject. They sounded so in love. I feel for her loss.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Grimmlok View Post
    coulda kept a piece...

    That is so wrong!

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