Here, this tale, of a marvellous man…
a man who died far too young.
A teacher who campaigned. An activist who acted.
A husband who wooed with poetry, passionate & true.
A father who nurtured & adored.
An untimely patient who succumbed, to leukaemia, whilst still in his prime.
An Oxfam volunteer. A meditating, real ale drinking hiker.
A man of Manchester. A kind & gentle man.
A man of his time, of Orwell (George) and Laurie Lee,
of the 60’s, of the political revolution, of intellectual nobility.
From humble origins, to a humble end, with so much to show for the years in between.
This man could have been your patient. But he wasn’t.
He wasn’t ever just a patient. He was, and always will be, my Dad.