Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Dear JUlie, I am so sorry for your big loss.I know how beautiful an attachment could be between a father and a daughter.It's hard to be strong as seeing your loved one's suffering.Please accept my condelence. Thinking of you. Nevin > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Dear JUlie, I am so sorry for your big loss.I know how beautiful an attachment could be between a father and a daughter.It's hard to be strong as seeing your loved one's suffering.Please accept my condelence. Thinking of you. Nevin > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Dear , So sorry to read this morning about the loss of your dearly beloved father. Please accept my condolences for you, and all your family. Be kind to yourselves. XX My Dad My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 So sorry for your loss , but you should take huge comfort knowing how much you did for him. Steph > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 I'm so sorry Mx My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Hi I am so sorry to hear about your Dad – I know how incredibly close you both were. Sending you and your family condolences and lots of love Nicola xxx From: Autism-Biomedical-Europe [mailto:Autism-Biomedical-Europe ] On Behalf Of JULIE GRIFFITHSSent: 23 January 2011 08:04To: Autism-Biomedical-Europe Subject: My Dad My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Hi I am so sorry to hear about your Dad – I know how incredibly close you both were. Sending you and your family condolences and lots of love Nicola xxx From: Autism-Biomedical-Europe [mailto:Autism-Biomedical-Europe ] On Behalf Of JULIE GRIFFITHSSent: 23 January 2011 08:04To: Autism-Biomedical-Europe Subject: My Dad My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Dear , My deepest sympathies to you. Your love for your Father will always be there - it will grow and deepen as time passes. This has been my experience after my very dear Mother died also from dementia - I know now that the pernicious anaemia was not properly treated.I found that I gained great comfort from finally being able to properly grieve - watching someone deteriorate in front of your eyes when you know that something could be done is heartbreaking. May you also gain comfort from knowing that you did what you could. x > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Love to you and yours xxxx Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Love to you and yours xxxx Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 So so sorry . You are an amazing daughter and your Dad must have obtained a lot of strength from your interventions. And your repeated efforts to help your Dad reached much wider - you were certainly a huge help to me when my own Dad was in a similar situation this time last year. Sending lots of love and hugs to you. Sharon xx Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange My Dad My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 So so sorry . You are an amazing daughter and your Dad must have obtained a lot of strength from your interventions. And your repeated efforts to help your Dad reached much wider - you were certainly a huge help to me when my own Dad was in a similar situation this time last year. Sending lots of love and hugs to you. Sharon xx Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange My Dad My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Hello , so sorry to hear your sad news about your father and what a lovely descriptive biography of someone who seems to have rallied throughout his life, our thoughts go out to you for all your hard work towards him, best wishes Isobel x > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Hello , so sorry to hear your sad news about your father and what a lovely descriptive biography of someone who seems to have rallied throughout his life, our thoughts go out to you for all your hard work towards him, best wishes Isobel x > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Dear So sorry to hear your very sad news.I hope it gives you strength to know what a big and supportive group of people you have at your disposal within this group.. Tracey I'm so sorry Mx My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 All the best Celebrate a wonderful man's life, he will live on in everything you do.Love Kate Dear So sorry to hear your very sad news.I hope it gives you strength to know what a big and supportive group of people you have at your disposal within this group.. Tracey I'm so sorry Mx My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Very sorry to hear about your beloved father . His spirit clearly lives in you, dont let them break it. God bless > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2011 Report Share Posted January 23, 2011 Oh , my sincere condolences go to you and your Family, my Father sadly and quite suddenly passed away in June of 2009, he was too a very wonderful man and very much missed. Much love to you and your Family in these tough times. xxx My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)).As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia.I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 24, 2011 Report Share Posted January 24, 2011 Our best wishes and sympathy for the loss of your amazing Dad, . Simone x Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 24, 2011 Report Share Posted January 24, 2011 You can break a man but not his spirit . His spirit is free now and am sure will be watching over you. I am so sorry for your loss Kasia > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 25, 2011 Report Share Posted January 25, 2011 Dear , I was very sorry to hear about your Dad. I remember how you researched his treatment and I am sure this must of helped him! You described someone we all would have loved to meet! Sue x > > > > My most wonderful father died last Monday morning. > > > > The son of a Welshman who traveled the world as a radio officer with the Merchant Navy during the war, later worked in Intelligence and who went off to study with the Jesuits in Montreal Canada. My father taught me the importance of the critical mind, how the colour of ones skin was of absolutely no import and how pigs could really fly if they could only be given half the chance. His wacky sense of humour was legendary. He once told a Grade 10 geography class that there were 2 races of dogs specific only to Wales; one with their left legs shorter than their right and the other had right legs shorter than the left. They used to run around Welsh mountains constantly crashing into each other. The students believed this 100% and regurgitated these 'facts' on their final exams My father was obliged to give them points:-)). > > > > As many of you know, his medical treatment had been an ongoing dilemma for me. He crashed time after time after a drug but rallied, I don't know how many times. He had an infection the night before he died. I knew this because of his bonkers behavior. The nurse never reported this probably because in her mind, it was the dementia. > > > > I want to thank in such a heartfelt way for all the lovely encouraging words you guys have sent my way on list and privately over the last years bolstering me and telling me to soldier on with my father. Watching my father deteriorate with each successive drug really got me down. He had such a brilliant mind and 'they' managed to crush it.....I remember how he wept when he arrived in the nursing home after the last major drug reaction. The tears were just flowing down his hollowed cheeks. The staff said in chorus, 'It's the dementia!'. I know it wasn't........He was a broken man and 'they' had finally broken his spirit. > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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