tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599481671908734427.post5959512567262967046..comments2024-02-11T00:32:15.093+00:00Comments on Hyde Cheshire Blog: MEMORIES OF GROWING UP IN HYDE 1953 – 1962 Part 9Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04167792394551286975noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599481671908734427.post-54834507531190752962013-05-12T10:51:01.000+01:002013-05-12T10:51:01.000+01:00Oh Roger, how dreadful to lose your friend and you...Oh Roger, how dreadful to lose your friend and your dad in those circumstances. I wonder how all that affected you through life. I identify somewhat with the early loss of a parent as my dad died when I was 17. He was in hospital at Stockport and apparently had advanced lung cancer but no-one had told us. I remember walking up Stockport Road towards our house on the day he died on my way home from Astley, where I was in the 6th Form, and Mr Hulme from the shop opposite (where the green triangle is opposite Tesco Express) was coming out of our house. The hospital had rung him to say my dad had died and would he tell my mum as we had no phone. That day, 19 November 1962, was the most traumatic of my whole life, from which, to some extent, I have never recovered.Werneth Lownoreply@blogger.com