A week ago my friend Keith passed away, he had a heart attack, the funeral will be on the 5th of November at 9.30 am
Sad to hear that.
It was our friend Pat's funeral on Thursday. He went to college with our youngest son.
Five weeks ago he had a kidney transplant from a live doner. There were complications and he died of a heart attack a couple of weeks later. He also had sickle cell anemia.
But he had a full life. He was a theatre technician at a local hospital. In his time he was a physiotherapist for a well known ice hockey team.
He'd studied acting and was an occasional bit part player in Granada drama programmes, (his parents were West Indian)."They always need a few extras like me."
He had a great sense of humour. When our son was moving into a new house on a posh estate in West Houghton, he was helping him move in. There was a nosey neighbour next door polishing his car in his drive so he could see what was going on. So Pat and our son with the conversation between them pretended it was Pat's house. After a few minutes Pat turned to the man and said "It's your worst nightmare come true, isn't it? We still laugh about that.
He wasn't good at choosing girlfriends, some took advantage of his generosity. So he started to bring them round for my wife to give them a look over, as he considered her his second mum. One day he rang to say he was bringing round this girl "Sally" he'd met at the gym. "She's a power lifter."
We didn't know what to expect, certainly not a pretty little blonde about five foot two and around eight stone. Apparently she went to the gym a lot as she is a civil engineer and is always on building sites, so needed to be physically fit just to cope with walking around sites in the mud.
He rang again the day after they came round "for tea," and asked what she thought.
"She said, "she's a keeper," And she was, we went to their wedding twenty years ago.
He was kind to everyone.
He and his wife about eight years ago were walking in Dunham forest and came across this Malamute dog tied to a tree. There was no one else around and he appeared to be quite friendly, so they took him to the police station, they didn't want to know and sent them to an animal shelter with him.
When they got home, Pat said to Sally, "I didn't like the place" and she said, "neither did I,"
"Shall we have him?" "Yes."
So next day they went back to collect him but were charged £150 as he'd been seen by a vet and had been chipped. They didn't mind.
Despite being on dyalisis at home, before his operation Pat was still getting up at half past five in the morning to take "Sam" for his walk.
He was into a lot of things, he owned three houses he rented out. Did a course on plastering, so he could decorate his and his wife's bungalow they bought. Did a "lumberjacks" course as he called it as it interested him. Lots of trees in their big garden. He was also studying sign language and had completed a couple of parts of that.
He never forgot to bring a card and present round on my wife's birthday.
It was her birthday the week he died.
He left Sally a note to remind her not to forget to take the card and her present round.
It had my wife in bits.
Because of Covid we had to watch the funeral on "Zoom."