This is for a guy I worked with. He fell ill last year and had to go into Hospital to have a lump removed from his brain. He later had a stroke and was in a bad way, but thankfully his sister eventually got him out of the stroke wing at Ealing Hospital and took him to a respite home in Dorset. I’d seen him in the London Hospital after his op, then in a poor state at Ealing. One of the girls and I went to visit him at the respite home a few weeks ago and although he was ill, he looked more relaxed at the home than he was in Ealing Hospital.
He slipped into a coma the other day…we all had a text from the Senior Pound Manager who is on holiday, to be told he’d passed away this morning.
Ian, you’re now free from pain. I had a drink for him tonight, he was partial to red wine. He always told me that life was to short and I should never give up the Motorbiking no matter how much people get on at me about how dangerous it is.
A proud man, finally at peace.
May you RIP and Forever Ride Free. xx