Royal Norfolks Cap Badge (photo: Dormskirk)
11th January I posted that my father had tested positive for Covid. At 100+ year he might be expected to succumb to that, so you can imagine our delight when he recovered. But yesterday he took a tumble and bashed his head; we don’t know yet how severe that knock. The paramedics took him to the hospital for observation.
Around 1:30 this morning he “brightened”, smiled, slumped, and died.
Apart from fathering we three sibs (and a pretty good job he’s made of that) his most lasting contribution has been his many accounts of the Massacre of La Paradis, May 1940. For those interested in the story, his account, along with his artwork, can be found here.
Also included on that site (right at the end, keep scrolling) is the most recent photo on his 100th birthday proudly displaying his Birthday Telegram from the Queen.
My father would not want us to grieve. He was the epitome of love. He never preached; he always walked his talk. His love goes on.
