My mate Brian

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Moved into our house in a close in a small town in north Wilts 10 years ago last summer. After a year or so I started getting on with an auld fella cross the road in his late 70s. An engineer an inspiration. We shared a love of old cars and machinery. He inspired me into a hobby buying and restoring machines, I got him out from his cycle of watching tv and back into his workshop. We became really close.

His wife was struck with dementia and we both watched her fade away. He looked after her until one day they were both taken away, she ended up in a home, he in hospital the stress having nearly killed him, with an ongoing heart condition. He came home and recovered slowly, visiting his wife often.

I hopped across the road, often, listening to his memories as an adopted lad, a war refugee, a lad who used to race a bike home from school with Lestor Piggot (who was a right dislikeable snidey [Poor language removed] who would throw a branch into his spokes to win), a tailor, a car salesman, an engineer. He taught me so much in the last 10 years, we laughed so often. He was a wind up merchant that could give and take merciless humour without an ounce of bad feeling or venom. A good salt. I lost my dad to cancer 30 years ago at a young age, and this fella kind of filled a bit of that spot.

He has steadily declined recently with cancer. Good days, bad days. Looked really well 2 weeks ago, not so good this week. Hadn't seen his kids (local) since before christmas as they had been ill and kept their distance to protect him . He phoned me yesterday about a pint of milk. It was unusual as he was fiercely independent, but I had insisted, earlier, that it was no trouble and I would be angry if he didn't ask for help. I obliged and he was grateful.

Brian died this evening. I'm in floods. Sorry - I just needed to write a eulogy, somewhere, for a mate. Even though it was coming, it was too sudden. 88 years young. Look after those close you love kids, they don't have to be relatives.

Beautifully written Chris and if you believe in fate, you and Brian were always destined to become close friends.

Give him the send off he deserves 💙
 
Moved into our house in a close in a small town in north Wilts 10 years ago last summer. After a year or so I started getting on with an auld fella cross the road in his late 70s. An engineer an inspiration. We shared a love of old cars and machinery. He inspired me into a hobby buying and restoring machines, I got him out from his cycle of watching tv and back into his workshop. We became really close.

His wife was struck with dementia and we both watched her fade away. He looked after her until one day they were both taken away, she ended up in a home, he in hospital the stress having nearly killed him, with an ongoing heart condition. He came home and recovered slowly, visiting his wife often.

I hopped across the road, often, listening to his memories as an adopted lad, a war refugee, a lad who used to race a bike home from school with Lestor Piggot (who was a right dislikeable snidey [Poor language removed] who would throw a branch into his spokes to win), a tailor, a car salesman, an engineer. He taught me so much in the last 10 years, we laughed so often. He was a wind up merchant that could give and take merciless humour without an ounce of bad feeling or venom. A good salt. I lost my dad to cancer 30 years ago at a young age, and this fella kind of filled a bit of that spot.

He has steadily declined recently with cancer. Good days, bad days. Looked really well 2 weeks ago, not so good this week. Hadn't seen his kids (local) since before christmas as they had been ill and kept their distance to protect him . He phoned me yesterday about a pint of milk. It was unusual as he was fiercely independent, but I had insisted, earlier, that it was no trouble and I would be angry if he didn't ask for help. I obliged and he was grateful.

Brian died this evening. I'm in floods. Sorry - I just needed to write a eulogy, somewhere, for a mate. Even though it was coming, it was too sudden. 88 years young. Look after those close you love kids, they don't have to be relatives.
Thinking of you and sending much love your way. I will light a candle for Brian tonight.
 

Moved into our house in a close in a small town in north Wilts 10 years ago last summer. After a year or so I started getting on with an auld fella cross the road in his late 70s. An engineer an inspiration. We shared a love of old cars and machinery. He inspired me into a hobby buying and restoring machines, I got him out from his cycle of watching tv and back into his workshop. We became really close.

His wife was struck with dementia and we both watched her fade away. He looked after her until one day they were both taken away, she ended up in a home, he in hospital the stress having nearly killed him, with an ongoing heart condition. He came home and recovered slowly, visiting his wife often.

I hopped across the road, often, listening to his memories as an adopted lad, a war refugee, a lad who used to race a bike home from school with Lestor Piggot (who was a right dislikeable snidey [Poor language removed] who would throw a branch into his spokes to win), a tailor, a car salesman, an engineer. He taught me so much in the last 10 years, we laughed so often. He was a wind up merchant that could give and take merciless humour without an ounce of bad feeling or venom. A good salt. I lost my dad to cancer 30 years ago at a young age, and this fella kind of filled a bit of that spot.

He has steadily declined recently with cancer. Good days, bad days. Looked really well 2 weeks ago, not so good this week. Hadn't seen his kids (local) since before christmas as they had been ill and kept their distance to protect him . He phoned me yesterday about a pint of milk. It was unusual as he was fiercely independent, but I had insisted, earlier, that it was no trouble and I would be angry if he didn't ask for help. I obliged and he was grateful.

Brian died this evening. I'm in floods. Sorry - I just needed to write a eulogy, somewhere, for a mate. Even though it was coming, it was too sudden. 88 years young. Look after those close you love kids, they don't have to be relatives.
So sorry to hear this fella, sometimes people come into our lives for no other reason than to be there, no motives just pure human nature to be around and share experiences with others, ask for nothing in return but companionship, laughs, tears etc

He sounds like a great pal, with stories to tell and memories to share, I would say, you have undoubtedly given as much in return and been a really happy and positive side of his life in his later years while going through a harrowing time with his Wife's dementia.

I bet he cherished those time with you and you with him.

If your tales on here are anything to go by, you will have made him laugh, a lot, like us with your tales of boats, kitchens and your better half, you will have given him loads to chuckle about, im sure, without even realising.

Sometimes those "buddies" you stumble upon are the best, and you are right, cherish every moment we are after all only here once.

Rest in Peace Brian and go stick a spoke in Lester's horse💙
 

Moved into our house in a close in a small town in north Wilts 10 years ago last summer. After a year or so I started getting on with an auld fella cross the road in his late 70s. An engineer an inspiration. We shared a love of old cars and machinery. He inspired me into a hobby buying and restoring machines, I got him out from his cycle of watching tv and back into his workshop. We became really close.

His wife was struck with dementia and we both watched her fade away. He looked after her until one day they were both taken away, she ended up in a home, he in hospital the stress having nearly killed him, with an ongoing heart condition. He came home and recovered slowly, visiting his wife often.

I hopped across the road, often, listening to his memories as an adopted lad, a war refugee, a lad who used to race a bike home from school with Lestor Piggot (who was a right dislikeable snidey [Poor language removed] who would throw a branch into his spokes to win), a tailor, a car salesman, an engineer. He taught me so much in the last 10 years, we laughed so often. He was a wind up merchant that could give and take merciless humour without an ounce of bad feeling or venom. A good salt. I lost my dad to cancer 30 years ago at a young age, and this fella kind of filled a bit of that spot.

He has steadily declined recently with cancer. Good days, bad days. Looked really well 2 weeks ago, not so good this week. Hadn't seen his kids (local) since before christmas as they had been ill and kept their distance to protect him . He phoned me yesterday about a pint of milk. It was unusual as he was fiercely independent, but I had insisted, earlier, that it was no trouble and I would be angry if he didn't ask for help. I obliged and he was grateful.

Brian died this evening. I'm in floods. Sorry - I just needed to write a eulogy, somewhere, for a mate. Even though it was coming, it was too sudden. 88 years young. Look after those close you love kids, they don't have to be relatives.
Sorry for your loss
 
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I'm sorry your mate has suffered Chris. I'll pm you in a day or so with something. I'm sorry you've suffered. We suffer because we care, and we want to shoulder a burden we can't. And so it hurts. I'm glad you were there for what could have been an isolated older person, and you provided some impetus that kept him active and involved.
 
I'm sorry your mate has suffered Chris. I'll pm you in a day or so with something. I'm sorry you've suffered. We suffer because we care, and we want to shoulder a burden we can't. And so it hurts. I'm glad you were there for what could have been an isolated older person, and you provided some impetus that kept him active and involved.
You are a good Soul Rita.
 

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