2 Feb 1948 - 3 Oct 2015
Date added: 11 Oct 2015
In March, 2015, Colin was diagnosed with Hepatacellular Carcinoma (Liver Cancer), and has been fighting tooth and nail with it ever since. In September, he was taken into hospital, and grew very weak. Complications with Type 2 Diabetes confounded the cancer, making it far more aggressive than anyone thought it would be.
Colin’s father died in the same hospital, in a ward just down the corridor while he, himself, was an inpatient, on the 18th September; they missed seeing each other by minutes. Colin was being wheeled down the corridor by a porter when his brother came out of his father’s ward. At that point, Colin made himself, and his father, a promise. He would be at his father’s funeral. Through monumental effort, and charged with adrenaline, Colin grew stronger overnight. He worked with physiotherapy teams in hospital to get him back on his feet and walking, and within three days, on his and his wife’s 42nd wedding anniversary, he was discharged from hospital to come home. He worked like crazy organising things for his father’s funeral over the next week; even visiting the Royal British Legion where the wake was to be held. He expended every ounce of energy making sure that day went perfectly, and his main focus was ensuring his mother and brother didn’t have to shoulder all of the burden. At the wake, Colin was able to play guitar, and sing, and laugh with friends and family; but by Thursday, the adrenaline had worn off.
Colin is my hero. He put in such a super-human effort at the end. Among other things, he was a musician, a teacher, a writer, a designer, a businessman, a cook, an artist, a devoted husband, and a wonderful father.