Dedicated to the memory of my Dad
This site is a tribute to our Dad, who was born on February 08, 1938. He is much loved and will always be remembered.
For a few months we had the St Luke's nurses coming to the house 3 times a day to see Dad. The team were a massive help to my brother Alex who was Dad's main carer and took a huge amount a pressure off him assisiting with meals and day to day care. Dad enjoyed the carers visits and always perked up when they came in his room. So this tribute page is not only for my Dads memory but is a big thank you to the St Luke's team for making Dad's last few months a little brighter 💙
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Thoughts
"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.
It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away." Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
joa1047
29th August 2019
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Dad.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by St Luke's Hospice Plymouth on 08/07/2019
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland