my husband for 45 years
On June 19 I lost my dear caring husband for 45 years.
I met him first when he sat next to me in the bus, he to college while myself at my last year at school.
During this period he invited me out, but it must have been difficult finding me bringing my cousin with me!
We went our separate ways until I met him again while waiting for a train to London where we both worked.
It was during that train journey did I notice his kindness, as when we were about to arrive in London he asked me if I was catching a tube. As I had epilepsy my mother was not keen for me to take a tube train. So, for some reason, I just wrote down;
‘My mother won’t allow me to catch a tube as I have epilepsy’.
Expecting a negative response I was amazed to hear him reply,
‘If you want anything let me know’
As I changed my clerical work, it wasn’t until the following year did we meet again, but this time at the local bus station.
It was soon after this, in 1969 we were married but we had to move to Manchester.
He helped me through a major operation to help my condition and we have two wonderful sons.
It was a shock, but to know that he died while in bed not suffering is a major relief