About sixteen or so months ago, I found myself thinking about my ex's father. I was with Butthead for almost nine years, and his parents were a big part of my life. I was very fond of his dad, who was your typical bluff Yorkshireman, with a cracking, dry sense of humour and a wicked grin. He was unfailingly kind to me, and we shared many a wry grin and rueful look down the Sunday dinner table at the antics of other family members.
Anyway. I knew that he had been diagnosed with fairly advanced Parkinson's disease not long after retirement. Dopamine was prescribed and made little to no difference, so when he popped into my mind towards the end of 2010 I Googled his name in the obituaries but found no entries.
I woke up thinking of him yesterday, and tonight it crossed my mind to do another Google search. And there it was. Died peacefully aged 69 on September 19, 2010. I don't mind telling you I've shed a few tears for him, tonight.
Rest well, Stephen. God knows you've earned your rest.
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