Dear Keith Daniels and Craig Morley,
I'm writing this message today, the day after our daughter's wake, in an
attempt to pass on this message to the widest possible readers. Seeing that
both you guys will be able to contact a great deal of our friends, old and
new.
At this time, the thought of Vickie's death is still much to fresh for us to
really comprehend, and still can't believe it's true. Getting used to it
will be hard long road. To me she was my first born child, whom I loved and
watched from a dad's perspective, grow through every stage until reaching
adulthood. To Gill she was much more, she was her daughter, her friend and
confidant, her shopping expedition buddy, someone to have a fag with, and
someone to dote with whilst watching Vickie's little lad, Adian sprout up.
You know, when friends hear that such a catastrophe has happened, their
first thought is, good god! This could happen to our family, for no good
reason at all. A scary reflection indeed. Their second thought however, is
that I must try to share this tragedy with our friends, and let them know
that I really feel for them and offer any simple help that they might need,
no matter what it is. Now we come to the amazing bit, it's almost
unbelievable how many old friends, or merely just acquaintances, from near
by or other distant parts, have visited us or got in touch with us over the
last little while. Although we only had a chance to exchange a brief few
words perhaps, Gill and I knew that your tenderness to us and the family
came straight from the heart.
I have to say now that Robert, her husband, spent every possible moment with
his wife, In four different hospitals, over the last six months. He was
magnificent in his dedication to his soul mate. I'm particularly proud of my
son Robin who soldiered on, doing things and saying things at the
appropriate time, when his dad was too distressed to even begin to. He and
his wonderful wife Ray-Ann have supported Gill and I at every step of the
road. Vickie also had a special relationship with Gill's brother John from
England, who really enjoyed each other's company every time they came
together. It was always laugh time when they met. John was right beside us,
and in his eloquent way, made us remember some of the fun times the family
have had over all the years. I like to thing that Vickie was like her
granddad, Dusty Crossfield, war hero, and happy go lucky guy, who always did
his best to make someone laugh. If I passed on some of his genes to Vickie,
I would be very happy.
She died much too young, and had everything to live for to complete a
contented life, so whatever the cause of the cancer that would cut down such
a strong and robust girl, we can only say that we must all cherish every
bloody last minute of life, spent with the ones we love and care for, and
don' let this terrible disease get the better of us for our zest for life
and happiness.
Thanks to all, and God bless. Mel and Gillian Crossfield.
Sent from my iPad
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