25/02/2019
Two months ago today my beloved father died. Especially hard that it happened on Christmas Day. However he had been rather miserable since his beloved wife of 55 years died 18 months previously (my mother) and he had just given up the will to live. He often said he wished he could slip away but his “body was too strong”. He had been living with Parkinson’s disease for over 20 years and despite the fact he received unrivalled care at his nursing home, latterly he was bedridden and needed assistance with everything - from feeding to washing. Poor man couldn’t even hold a newspaper or work a remote control towards the end of his life. He had 86 and a half years on this earth. He was the kindest, most respectful man and I was always grateful to be able to call him my dad. There is so much more I could write but instead I’ll let this picture do the talking. His favourite newspaper, obligatory glasses, his hat he wore when gardening and the flowers I chose for his coffin. He was very loved and will be remembered as a true gentleman. A wonderful father, husband, son, uncle, cousin and friend. Night night Daddy
