On Saturday, 9 January at 9:45pm, my Pop passed away age 87. It was rather sudden, as we had the diagnosis of Pancreatic cancer on Monday night and by Wednesday night he had fallen asleep and didn’t wake up again. I think he just held out as long as he could with the pain, as he was never one to worry people.
He was a fantastic man, who survived WW2, had 8 children, 17 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren. He devoted the last 22 years of his life to work with St Vincent De Paul and the food van feeding the hungry and the homeless. On top of that he was a mad sportsman and even as recent as 2 christmases ago was giving everyone a run for their money in the annual cricket match. He took no mercy with his bowling and could be very dangerous if it meant he got a wicket!
He cooked family dinner for everyone each Wednesday and while we didn’t always go, we were always welcome. It was always a roast with all the trimmings, followed by a dessert of pecan pie or blueberry crumble with a side of rice custard. These dinners made us a close family and while we don’t always get along, we value each other.
He is going to be missed by all who met him. He was a fantastic man.