Nick and I met in the 1960’s, at a local social group, he was always late, and I was always on time! It drove me insane; I used to laugh that he would be late for his own funeral!
My first and lasting memory of Nick is that he had the bluest blue eyes and that was it, from the first day I met him we never spent a day apart. We got married and started a business together, we were incredibly lucky and had a great life together, we were having a blast.
Nick was a Chartered Surveyor and we built our first home together, literally brick by brick, which was no mean feat. In the late 1970’s/early 80’s we had our two sons Nicholas and Jamie and that was our family complete. He was such a good Dad and family man, that’s what he was about, his life was about family and leaving a legacy for his sons and their children to continue. Our life was perfection.
Never in my life will I or my family be able to repay what the Hospice has given us, from the glass of wine instead of ‘another’ cup of tea, to the counselling, the girl in the coffee shop who makes my hot chocolate to the ladies on reception; everybody is so lovely. I don’t think I would have coped, and I’m still learning to cope, without their loving, warm care.