My dad passed away on 1.7.2006
He was born in Enfield on the 20.10.1910
he came from a large family of 14 brothers and sisters,
My dad worked for the MOD since the age of 14,
he was a machine operator ,in munitions, he helped
make the Enfield rifle for the army.
until he retired.he was given a long service award.
My mum passed away on 21st May 1974, just before dad retired
He enjoyed his retirement,living in his flat that is just down the
road from me.He was quite content, going into the town
a couple of times a week,and he would go over our
local shops every day to get his news paper.
He loved doing the crossword, and watching sport on
the television, especially snooker and football.
He came round to me every day for his dinner,
and sit in the garden.He loved his cup of tea
and always tucked in to his dinner, he liked his food
dad had a stroke at the age of 87 which resulted in him
getting vascular dementia. In the early years he still
continued to live in his flat,I became his carer,which was
hard work.He would think nothing of phoning me at
2 oclock in the morning and say i am just going down
the shops and did i want anything.
So i would then have to get dressed and go and bring him
back.This would happen several times in a week
I had a lot of help from the Alzheimers society
i used to take dad to their rest a while room on fridays
He really enjoyed his visits there, playing dominoes
and fish and chips for lunch.
We often went on outings to the coast, he continued to go
to the Alzheimers for 6 years until his condition got worse
and had to go into a nursing home.
All the time he had dementia he would keep saying i have
got to get back to Enfield...he thought he still lived there.
He had a bad fall at the nursing home
and instead of
him being taken to our local hospital he was taken to chase farm
Dad had broke his hip, and the doctor said it was very dodgy
operation because of his age, but there was no choice,
he had the operation for a new hip ,but he was quite poorly
he did not eat or drink,and i think he had just had enough.
so this is my last poem i wrote for my dad.
I was your carer, i did my best
you are in no more pain,you are at rest
you made me laugh,you made me sad
I cared for you because you were my dad
One day when your confusion it got really bad
you introduced Rita and Alf as your mum and dad
I just changed hats every day,
i never knew who i was going to be
you called me your mum or your sister Rose,
but very rarely me
Oh and at times you were a pain in the bum
be happy now dad you are there with mum
dad you are not suffering any more
God came and took you through his door
He left you here for 95 years
I will try and be strong and shed no tears
You were a good dad i shall really miss
God bless night night, my one last kiss
Guard him dear Jesus
Don,t leave him alone
Care for him in heaven
As we did at home