Blues - In Memoriam

[monty]

The Club is deeply saddened by the passing of Sid Benson, who was so much more than a scout over the many years of his association with Everton. Ross Barkley was among the talented, young players he discovered. Life long Blue and great servant to our club, RIP Sid

For more about Sid check out http://evertonalerts.com/2016/08/18...on-after-everton-scouts-passing-at-age-of-74/

 

[monty]

This is not my writing, I saw it one day and it kinda touched me, the reason I'm posting it is because if you love someone, tell them, you just never know the minute they'll be gone. I'm not even religious, but I thought this was something else.


Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating
room. She said: How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can
I see him?

The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t
make it.”

Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any
more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”

The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the
university.”

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.
She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

“Would you like a lock of his hair? the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes.

The nurse cut a lock of the boys hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it
to Sally.

The mother said, It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university
for study. He said it might help somebody else. I said no at first, but
Jimmy said, Mom, I wont be using it after I die. Maybe it
will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.

She went on, My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.

Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s
belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult.
It was even harder to enter the empty house.

She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his
hair to her sons room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to
sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed
was a folded letter.

The letter said:

Dear Mom,

I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you,
or stop loving you, just cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will
always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each
other again.

Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you wont be so lonely,
that’s okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with.

But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like t the
same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like,
ya know.

Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some,
but it will take a long time to see everything.

The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus
doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was
Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD!

And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on Gods knee and talk to Him, like I was
somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a
letter, to tell you good-bye and everything.
But I already knew that wasn’t allowed.

Well, ya know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen
to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is
going to drop this letter off to you.

God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him

* Where was He when I needed him?

God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you.
To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.

Isn’t that cool?

I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in
the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.
I’m, sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t
stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent the Angel of Mercy
to come get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!
How about that?

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.

Brought a lump to my throat

 

[bcblue1878]

So it's ten years ago today that my Dad died suddenly aged 73. He first took me to Goodison Park when I was 6, 1965 v Blackpool reserves, we sat in the Upper Bullens where he had his season ticket, then ten minutes before the end we went and stood downstairs (well I sat on the barrier!) until the whistle went! I watched the 1966 cup final on a black and white telly looking out for him in the masses of Evertonians, then in 1968 he took me to Wembley! We spent the Friday night at a hotel in Watford, the changing of the guard in London on the Saturday morning then off to Wembley in the rain! I cried all the way back to Liverpool squashed in the back of the car between my Uncle and my Grandad!
I was at the West Brom game with him under the lights in 1970, and the best ever night at Goodison v Bayern Munich in 1985, happy days!
My Dad starting going to the match with his Grandad because his Dad (my Grandad!) was a Liverpool supporter. He was at Goodison in 1948 aged 13 when over 78,000 turned up for the derby, and he was also at Goodison for the Coventry game in 1983 when just over 9000 turned up, bet there's not many who could say they were at both those games!
One of his proudest games was when his Grand Daughter, my Daughter aged 6, was Toffee Girl against Nottingham Forest in 1999 even though we lost he was made up looking down from his seat watching her on the pitch before the game, then walking round the ground pinging Everton mints into the crowd before kick off!
I hope he's up there somewhere looking down and still watching the Blues, and I thank God every day that my Great Grandad took him to Goodison Park all those years ago, great memories of happy times! Miss him every day!

 

[bcblue1878]

I've been pondering whether to write this up on such a popular site, but I think after a few days it may help me with my grief.

My cousin James took his own life late last week aged 36. He was more like a big brother to me. He was everything I wanted to be, not just growing up, but up until the moment he couldn't cope anymore. I'd copy everything he did; football, gaming, cricket (he'd give me his old gear to use as he grew out of it), model painting, fishing, golf, watching Harry Enfield and all that type of 90s comedy. Being 5 years younger than him, he was my idol.

My first ever Everton game was with him, watching us lose 1 nil away to Spurs, Klingsman scored a beauty of an overhead and Sheringham skied a penalty into Row Z, we were sat in one of the home stands and kept dead quiet and our scarves hidden. It didn't matter that we lost though, we were so excited to finally see Everton in the flesh.

As an adult, he had it all, everything I have wanted. The beautiful wife, 3 adorable kids, the house, the flash car, golf on the weekends. But it wasn't enough for him. The smartest person I ever knew, also one of the most troubled. We would talk weekly and although life was tough, the thought of giving it up had never crossed my mind. He was immortal to me. He still is. I can't believe he's gone. I think it makes it harder living on the other side of the world to him, I can't believe it's actually happened, that he'll reply to my message anytime. I'm truly broken and will miss him dearly.

We have a fantastic depression thread on this forum, please, PLEASE, if you're not feeling yourself, use it, talk to someone, anyone, don't bottle it up, don't give in so easily. There's so many people feeling the same way, we can help eachother.

Everyone should read this, an amazing post!!!

 

[anjelikaferrett]

So it's ten years ago today that my Dad died suddenly aged 73. He first took me to Goodison Park when I was 6, 1965 v Blackpool reserves, we sat in the Upper Bullens where he had his season ticket, then ten minutes before the end we went and stood downstairs (well I sat on the barrier!) until the whistle went! I watched the 1966 cup final on a black and white telly looking out for him in the masses of Evertonians, then in 1968 he took me to Wembley! We spent the Friday night at a hotel in Watford, the changing of the guard in London on the Saturday morning then off to Wembley in the rain! I cried all the way back to Liverpool squashed in the back of the car between my Uncle and my Grandad!
I was at the West Brom game with him under the lights in 1970, and the best ever night at Goodison v Bayern Munich in 1985, happy days!
My Dad starting going to the match with his Grandad because his Dad (my Grandad!) was a Liverpool supporter. He was at Goodison in 1948 aged 13 when over 78,000 turned up for the derby, and he was also at Goodison for the Coventry game in 1983 when just over 9000 turned up, bet there's not many who could say they were at both those games!
One of his proudest games was when his Grand Daughter, my Daughter aged 6, was Toffee Girl against Nottingham Forest in 1999 even though we lost he was made up looking down from his seat watching her on the pitch before the game, then walking round the ground pinging Everton mints into the crowd before kick off!
I hope he's up there somewhere looking down and still watching the Blues, and I thank God every day that my Great Grandad took him to Goodison Park all those years ago, great memories of happy times! Miss him every day!

That is just so lovely x

 

[Elong]

Everyone should read this, an amazing post!!!

Thankyou.

 

[The Esk]

So it's ten years ago today that my Dad died suddenly aged 73. He first took me to Goodison Park when I was 6, 1965 v Blackpool reserves, we sat in the Upper Bullens where he had his season ticket, then ten minutes before the end we went and stood downstairs (well I sat on the barrier!) until the whistle went! I watched the 1966 cup final on a black and white telly looking out for him in the masses of Evertonians, then in 1968 he took me to Wembley! We spent the Friday night at a hotel in Watford, the changing of the guard in London on the Saturday morning then off to Wembley in the rain! I cried all the way back to Liverpool squashed in the back of the car between my Uncle and my Grandad!
I was at the West Brom game with him under the lights in 1970, and the best ever night at Goodison v Bayern Munich in 1985, happy days!
My Dad starting going to the match with his Grandad because his Dad (my Grandad!) was a Liverpool supporter. He was at Goodison in 1948 aged 13 when over 78,000 turned up for the derby, and he was also at Goodison for the Coventry game in 1983 when just over 9000 turned up, bet there's not many who could say they were at both those games!
One of his proudest games was when his Grand Daughter, my Daughter aged 6, was Toffee Girl against Nottingham Forest in 1999 even though we lost he was made up looking down from his seat watching her on the pitch before the game, then walking round the ground pinging Everton mints into the crowd before kick off!
I hope he's up there somewhere looking down and still watching the Blues, and I thank God every day that my Great Grandad took him to Goodison Park all those years ago, great memories of happy times! Miss him every day!

Wonderful post mate, my Dad was never a match going Blue and one of my (few) regrets in life is I never went to Goodison with him so I read your post with interest.

Mind, I went several times with my Granddad who would have celebrated his 116th birthday if he was alive today. He never missed a home game from 1927 until his death in 1975. Not sure what he would make of GOT......

 

[Furey1878]

Stayed quiet about this but earlier this year I lost my mum. She was as every bit as mad about Everton as me and me dad.

She took me to my first game when I was 5, made sure that as a child I always got each new kit the day it came out and paid for my season ticket. During the 80s she went to all of the blues trips to Wembley.

RIP mum, love you so much, miss you more each and everyday.

 

[allezlesbleus]

So it's ten years ago today that my Dad died suddenly aged 73. He first took me to Goodison Park when I was 6, 1965 v Blackpool reserves, we sat in the Upper Bullens where he had his season ticket, then ten minutes before the end we went and stood downstairs (well I sat on the barrier!) until the whistle went! I watched the 1966 cup final on a black and white telly looking out for him in the masses of Evertonians, then in 1968 he took me to Wembley! We spent the Friday night at a hotel in Watford, the changing of the guard in London on the Saturday morning then off to Wembley in the rain! I cried all the way back to Liverpool squashed in the back of the car between my Uncle and my Grandad!
I was at the West Brom game with him under the lights in 1970, and the best ever night at Goodison v Bayern Munich in 1985, happy days!
My Dad starting going to the match with his Grandad because his Dad (my Grandad!) was a Liverpool supporter. He was at Goodison in 1948 aged 13 when over 78,000 turned up for the derby, and he was also at Goodison for the Coventry game in 1983 when just over 9000 turned up, bet there's not many who could say they were at both those games!
One of his proudest games was when his Grand Daughter, my Daughter aged 6, was Toffee Girl against Nottingham Forest in 1999 even though we lost he was made up looking down from his seat watching her on the pitch before the game, then walking round the ground pinging Everton mints into the crowd before kick off!
I hope he's up there somewhere looking down and still watching the Blues, and I thank God every day that my Great Grandad took him to Goodison Park all those years ago, great memories of happy times! Miss him every day!

Blimey mate that replicates almost exactly my introduction to the Blues. A couple of reserve games in the old main stand in 64-65 then Sunderland in the cup in 66. Wembley 68 too. My late dad too was at that Coventry match as well as the record attendance game. We spoke on the phone after the Coventry game and he was so excited after the late comeback win. We must be mad he said but there is a decent team emerging here!!!!!! The rest as they say is history. His greatest day was Wembley 66 vs Sheffield Wed but he loved the mid 80s experience. Was literally delirious after the Bayern game.
I'll think of you and yours when I drink a toast on his anniversary.

 

[bcblue1878]

I've been pondering whether to write this up on such a popular site, but I think after a few days it may help me with my grief.

My cousin James took his own life late last week aged 36. He was more like a big brother to me. He was everything I wanted to be, not just growing up, but up until the moment he couldn't cope anymore. I'd copy everything he did; football, gaming, cricket (he'd give me his old gear to use as he grew out of it), model painting, fishing, golf, watching Harry Enfield and all that type of 90s comedy. Being 5 years younger than him, he was my idol.

My first ever Everton game was with him, watching us lose 1 nil away to Spurs, Klingsman scored a beauty of an overhead and Sheringham skied a penalty into Row Z, we were sat in one of the home stands and kept dead quiet and our scarves hidden. It didn't matter that we lost though, we were so excited to finally see Everton in the flesh.

As an adult, he had it all, everything I have wanted. The beautiful wife, 3 adorable kids, the house, the flash car, golf on the weekends. But it wasn't enough for him. The smartest person I ever knew, also one of the most troubled. We would talk weekly and although life was tough, the thought of giving it up had never crossed my mind. He was immortal to me. He still is. I can't believe he's gone. I think it makes it harder living on the other side of the world to him, I can't believe it's actually happened, that he'll reply to my message anytime. I'm truly broken and will miss him dearly.

We have a fantastic depression thread on this forum, please, PLEASE, if you're not feeling yourself, use it, talk to someone, anyone, don't bottle it up, don't give in so easily. There's so many people feeling the same way, we can help eachother.

This post should be compulsory reading for some of those people posting in the Farhad Moshir and Transfer Window threads! May make one or two or actually a lot more (no names no pack drill!) realise that there's more to life than "net spend" or words like fraud and imposter!

 

[BlueToff]

RIP to the blue in the Park End today

 

[Blue_Berry]

RIP to the blue in the Park End today

An incredibly sad day for a blue family somewhere. It's strange to think that fate deals it's hand and your number's up. I'd like to think that if there's somewhere and some time to go, watching the blues is where you might choose to be. Hearts reaching out to the poor soul today and the brotherhood of Everton is with you and your family.

 

[monty]

That is just so lovely x

So it's ten years ago today that my Dad died suddenly aged 73. He first took me to Goodison Park when I was 6, 1965 v Blackpool reserves, we sat in the Upper Bullens where he had his season ticket, then ten minutes before the end we went and stood downstairs (well I sat on the barrier!) until the whistle went! I watched the 1966 cup final on a black and white telly looking out for him in the masses of Evertonians, then in 1968 he took me to Wembley! We spent the Friday night at a hotel in Watford, the changing of the guard in London on the Saturday morning then off to Wembley in the rain! I cried all the way back to Liverpool squashed in the back of the car between my Uncle and my Grandad!
I was at the West Brom game with him under the lights in 1970, and the best ever night at Goodison v Bayern Munich in 1985, happy days!
My Dad starting going to the match with his Grandad because his Dad (my Grandad!) was a Liverpool supporter. He was at Goodison in 1948 aged 13 when over 78,000 turned up for the derby, and he was also at Goodison for the Coventry game in 1983 when just over 9000 turned up, bet there's not many who could say they were at both those games!
One of his proudest games was when his Grand Daughter, my Daughter aged 6, was Toffee Girl against Nottingham Forest in 1999 even though we lost he was made up looking down from his seat watching her on the pitch before the game, then walking round the ground pinging Everton mints into the crowd before kick off!
I hope he's up there somewhere looking down and still watching the Blues, and I thank God every day that my Great Grandad took him to Goodison Park all those years ago, great memories of happy times! Miss him every day!

Anyone ever wonder what being a blue means please read this wonderful heart felt post...............smashing that mate

 

[Deeg]

After visiting Goodison last year with Dagenham and meeting some great lads, I felt compelled to offer my condolences to the family of the man that sadly passed away at the Stoke match. A similar thing happened a while ago at our ground and it brings to light how meaningless a football match is when a tragedy like this occurs. I can't imagine what the mans family are going through right now and I have no suitable words except to say real fans of any club share your grief, you are in our thoughts.
God Bless Toffee RIP.
Deeg the Dagger.

 

[bring back the catt]

After visiting Goodison last year with Dagenham and meeting some great lads, I felt compelled to offer my condolences to the family of the man that sadly passed away at the Stoke match. A similar thing happened a while ago at our ground and it brings to light how meaningless a football match is when a tragedy like this occurs. I can't imagine what the mans family are going through right now and I have no suitable words except to say real fans of any club share your grief, you are in our thoughts.
God Bless Toffee RIP.
Deeg the Dagger.

What a wonderful tribute.
I obviously can't respond on behalf the bereaved, but I am sure they would appreciate your kind thoughts.