Dedicated to the memory of Phill

This site is a tribute to Phill, who was born in Nottingham on February 11, 1950. He is much loved and will always be remembered.

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Dear Dad On the 10th of October, for the last time, you closed your eyes, Today, with sadness, love and fond memories, we say our final goodbyes. You were a genuine character and a joker at heart, You’d laugh at silly things and anything to do with a fart! You were really into rugby and motor sport, And you’d help any of us without a moments thought. Thank you for my memories of holidays and fun, Whether it was skiing in the snow or exploring in the sun. We had great laughs together... me and you, Rocking out in the car and singing along too. It’s from you I got my DIY skills and common sense, I always knew where I stood with you.... you didn’t sit on the fence. Oh Dad... I’ll never forget our time together, I’ve gained knowledge and memories that I’ll cherish forever! Bacardi and coke was your tipple of choice, even though, most alcohol could pass, So please everyone, when you get home, think of my incredible Dad and raise a glass! I know what you’d say, “don’t cry, don’t be sad”, I’ll try my very best, but, I’ll miss you so much Dad! You weren’t often one for cuddles or openly saying “I love you”, But I love you so much and I know you love me too. Now you are at peace, you can live in spirit through Mum and I, For when you’re here in our hearts... it’s never really goodbye!
Sophie
November 8th, 2020
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Phill. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Motor Neurone Disease Association (MND) on 08/11/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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