Well that dampest of squibs this afternoon put the cherry on what's been a right $hit weekend so far. My dad passed away last night in his care home - thankfully about as peacefully as you can get. In his sleep and hopefully pain-free. Rotten dementia and any number of physical ailments finally got the better of him. 96 years young. Loved him to bits but will never forgive him for inflicting this football club on me. A weird fixation with Chelsea as an 8-yr old was quickly beaten out of me when Dad dragged me to Oakwell in 1972 and that was it. Corner of Ponty & West, then the Ponty with my mates once I was old enough to stay out of bother. Stood with him on the West terrace as he got older, then helped him up the East Stand stairs to see us get to the Prem. He lost a bit of interest in the following years and I had to tell him who the players were, but he's always asked how they've got on. He'd have hated today - can picture him now, shaking his head and saying 'never again!' with a grin on his face... Love you dad, RIP....
Brilliant post. RIP to your old man, let’s hope they can put in a performance worthy of him on Tuesday.
Sorry for your loss. But take solace in the fact that, if there is a good way to bow out, then being warm in bed, asleep and pain free, that's it. A good long life and a good end.
Sorry to hear that, my wife’s had a shuttle run between hospital and care home as her mum was admitted late last night. We were due to go to a bolt hole for a few nights this morning but hey ho. A better outcome though for her that she was discharged a few hours ago. Sorry for your loss. But hold onto the memories that can never be taken away.
Thank you, other than the missus being frazzled as she was with her mum in hospital all night, she’s ok. Think it’s a timely reminder that we need to be closer. thanks again