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Post by oldbean on Feb 14, 2010 19:53:27 GMT
About two weeks ago, I received a call about the mother of an old school friend who had died. I have known her mum from since before I started school and I always thought she would be there... rather like my own mum.
Sadly she suffered from dementia for the last few years but I will remember her for being one of the nicest mums that I knew... you were always welcome in her home, met with the broadest smile when she encountered you in the street and if ever you need a lift her husband was immediately pressed into serivce.
There are now fewer peers of my parents left, am so sad that another has left us but thanks for listening because I think I can now go and write a card about her to my friend.
Goodbye Mrs Casey and thank you for having me.
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Post by troykerr on Feb 14, 2010 21:45:05 GMT
Thoughts are with you and your friend.
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Post by Frankleapold on Feb 14, 2010 21:59:39 GMT
I will always treasure the influence of "adopted" family members. One became a sort of grandfather figure. I was very young when my real grandfather's passed away. Philip became a close friend and his influence in my life will remain with me for a long time. On his passing in 2008 I lost someone very special.
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Post by tigerlily on Feb 15, 2010 11:08:48 GMT
*hugs*
xxx
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Post by shemmy on Feb 15, 2010 16:16:07 GMT
*Hugs* xxxx
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Post by Nick O. Teen on Mar 8, 2010 0:20:29 GMT
This weekend, I've been to a family booze-up celebration, as it was my Dad's 75th birthday on Saturday, and your post, Beaners, made me think.
When I was a bairn, four of my closest pals were Ashley, Alister, Andrew, and Tony; we are all roughly the same age, and because I left my home town when I was 20, I don't see a lot of these lads now, although both Al and Tone now also live South, so they've been to some of my Bonfire Bashes in the last four or five years.
Thing is, though, all of 'em have lost their Dads.
There, but for the grace of God, go I.
So in wishing my own Dad a happy 75th, I raise my glass to Ken Morton, Bill Snowball, Geoff Smith, and Alan Frazer.
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Post by ivy noidea on Mar 8, 2010 13:35:06 GMT
Last night I was giving my mother her customary Sunday night listening to and she was telling me about her next door neighbour, with whom my parents have been friends for over 50 years. Our families were similar and their daughter and I were friends for a long time until we went our separate ways on leaving school. Sadly, the daughter in question was home from Australia at Christmas time because her mum had been diagnosed with cancer. She died very soon after diagnosis. It now looks like another trip from Australia to Scotland is imminent as her dad has acute myeloid leukaemia and is very poorly indeed. It seems very cruel that she should lose both of them in such quick succession and I feel blessed that I still have both my parents alive - even if they ARE 400 miles away.
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Post by ivy noidea on Mar 12, 2010 21:11:48 GMT
Last night I was giving my mother her customary Sunday night listening to and she was telling me about her next door neighbour, with whom my parents have been friends for over 50 years. Our families were similar and their daughter and I were friends for a long time until we went our separate ways on leaving school. Sadly, the daughter in question was home from Australia at Christmas time because her mum had been diagnosed with cancer. She died very soon after diagnosis. It now looks like another trip from Australia to Scotland is imminent as her dad has acute myeloid leukaemia and is very poorly indeed. It seems very cruel that she should lose both of them in such quick succession and I feel blessed that I still have both my parents alive - even if they ARE 400 miles away. Update - I've just had a call from my mum to say that Iain died this evening.
The two of them will be up there arguing about what to plant in the pots this year.
RIP both.
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