My Dad

This is my Dad, on the 10th January he lost his battle against Lung Cancer at Lewisham Hospital.

He was loved by nearly anyone who met him, a kindly man, with inner strength of faith and family.

He was born in Dublin, and came over in the 1950's and made a home in London. Working hard, in difficult demanding manual labour, in which  he lost three fingers on one hand, did not  stop him providing for his wife Kay and four children. He faced adversary with a brave face, and often terrible jokes that even the christmas cracker writers would have baulked at.

In the last few years he volunteered as a Buggy driver at the local hospital , , driving patients between wards and clinics, which he did up to his 82 year.

He loved his several grand children, and they were the real joy in his life, he would tell them tales and make up songs, and battling through the illness visits from them were almost as good as any medical treatment.

In lieu of flowers for his funeral the family has asked for donations to Macmillian Cancer Support or any other charity.