ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ My Dad - ANGEL DAY 1 JULY ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ
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William Edward Hunking Molyneux, was born in Upton, Wirral, England. He was born to Violet Alice Bird and William Hunking Molyneux on the 26 January 1932. He suffered double pneumonia as a baby. In those days, he was lucky to have survived. His mother literally wrapped him in cotton wool, and he survived this killer illness.
As a young boy, he moved around a lot because of his fathers business as a Tea & Coffee Merchant. My dad, sister, step sister and his mum were not able to settle in any one place for long.
When he left school he went into Horticulture, while he was in one job, another gardener fell dead of a heart attack at his feet. I cant imagine how dad felt.
When my dad was 25, his beloved mother, Violet died of kidney failure at the young age of 48. He was devastated. At that time they lived in North wales, so consequently, my Nana was buried in a little churchyard In Afonwen, Caerwys North Wales.
Later on, he went into Farming, attending Reaseheath agricultural college in Nantwich, Cheshire. There he attained qualifications in farm management.
He met my mum Hilda Mary Garner in the mid fifties and they married on 13 March 1957.
I was daddies little girl. I used to love combing his hair whilst he watched television, and when I was ill he would carry me up to bed on his back. When I woke up thirsty, dad would bring me some Pop!. We used to go for walks in the fields near our home on sundays, and we would take pop and biscuits and eat and drink under the big oak tree. My dad had lots of patience, he was a lovely, kind, giving, caring man, a gentleman. He worked hard on that farm, with Precious little reward. He would work 7 days a week and have one and a half days off every two weeks. Up in the morning at 5.30 maybe not come home til after 10 at night in the summer. He used to give milk from the farm to the farm cats. The farm manager did not feed them, but dad always gave them milk.
In 1996, after 35 years of faithful service, my dad retired at the age of 65.
Mum and dad moved to a bungalow on february 22 1997 as mums health was rapidly failing. They had only been there 10 months when mum died on december 24th (Christmas eve).
After mums death, he would never put decorations or a tree up at christmas.
6 years later at the age of 71, dad died in hospital. My brother and I got the call to come to the hospital early in the morning of july 1st. I got there before my brother and his daughter. The sister who had nursed my mum and now dad, met me at the door to his room and said 'your dad has gone my love' I just walked in and there were no morphine drips, no nothing. My dad had died 10 minutes earlier. The moment I saw him..My heart broke in to pieces. I hadn't been there, he had been alone.... I'll never get over that, EVER.
At dads funeral at the chapel at Landican, My dads bosses son Miles, told of how difficult it was to work for his father Alec and that Ted (My dad) had the patience of a saint, as Alec wasn't the easiest man to work for. Miles went on to say, that he was surprised that Ted didnt go for his father with a hammer.. everyone laughed at that! But, we knew different, my dad was very patient. Anyway, a lot was said in praise of my fathers service to 'Home Farm' another thing mentioned was about My father and I being very close as Father and daughter... I could not stop crying. My Dad was my hero.
I will always remember you dad for the person you were. people have always said that I am very like you, and its lovely to hear that, I am very proud that I am like you. I get very upset talking about your last weeks, and so does your grandson Paul. When Pauls dad brought him to see you, he cried from the time he got to the hospital to the time he left. His dad had to take him home because he was so distressed. (For a long time after dad died, anyone who got ill, my son would ask 'are they going to die?' He was so scared of anyone dying). I know that you would understand dad.
You loved my children. You would be very proud of them both for what they have achieved in life.You would be laughing your head off at what Paul and Alison come out with, you know how comedic they both are. Do you remember when you, Alison and myself had gone to Homebase DIY? we lost you and Alison said where is grandad? 'How far can a pensioner get'!? she was 10 then, and it was as dry a delivery as you could imagine! I know you laughed and laughed at that, and I still remind her of what she said to this day! :)we both laugh at that! Paul has come out with equally funny remarks, you know how cerebral he gets,? he was very serious as a child, wouldn't do anything he hadn't given great thought to, sensible boy! They both love and miss you every day, very much so.
I remember Dads last words to Paul were: 'Dont be sad Paul' How could we not be sad? It was almost more than we could bear when you went. We were losing a good father and grandfather, and, when mum was alive, a good husband. I am proud you were my dad. Love always and forever, your daughter, Anne XXXX
Dad, you became a great -grandad in May. She is a beautiful little girl. She looks so like Paul and Alison. Paul is such a proud and devoted father to both I and I. xx
Cause of death: Chronic obstructive airways disease and bowel blockage caused by an untreated hernia.
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ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ In Memoriamಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ
William Edward Hunking Molyneux, was born in Upton, Wirral, England. He was born to Violet Alice Bird and William Hunking Molyneux on the 26 January 1932. He suffered double pneumonia as a baby. In those days, he was lucky to have survived. His mother literally wrapped him in cotton wool, and he survived this killer illness.
As a young boy, he moved around a lot because of his fathers business as a Tea & Coffee Merchant. My dad, sister, step sister and his mum were not able to settle in any one place for long.
When he left school he went into Horticulture, while he was in one job, another gardener fell dead of a heart attack at his feet. I cant imagine how dad felt.
When my dad was 25, his beloved mother, Violet died of kidney failure at the young age of 48. He was devastated. At that time they lived in North wales, so consequently, my Nana was buried in a little churchyard In Afonwen, Caerwys North Wales.
Later on, he went into Farming, attending Reaseheath agricultural college in Nantwich, Cheshire. There he attained qualifications in farm management.
He met my mum Hilda Mary Garner in the mid fifties and they married on 13 March 1957.
I was daddies little girl. I used to love combing his hair whilst he watched television, and when I was ill he would carry me up to bed on his back. When I woke up thirsty, dad would bring me some Pop!. We used to go for walks in the fields near our home on sundays, and we would take pop and biscuits and eat and drink under the big oak tree. My dad had lots of patience, he was a lovely, kind, giving, caring man, a gentleman. He worked hard on that farm, with Precious little reward. He would work 7 days a week and have one and a half days off every two weeks. Up in the morning at 5.30 maybe not come home til after 10 at night in the summer. He used to give milk from the farm to the farm cats. The farm manager did not feed them, but dad always gave them milk.
In 1996, after 35 years of faithful service, my dad retired at the age of 65.
Mum and dad moved to a bungalow on february 22 1997 as mums health was rapidly failing. They had only been there 10 months when mum died on december 24th (Christmas eve).
After mums death, he would never put decorations or a tree up at christmas.
6 years later at the age of 71, dad died in hospital. My brother and I got the call to come to the hospital early in the morning of july 1st. I got there before my brother and his daughter. The sister who had nursed my mum and now dad, met me at the door to his room and said 'your dad has gone my love' I just walked in and there were no morphine drips, no nothing. My dad had died 10 minutes earlier. The moment I saw him..My heart broke in to pieces. I hadn't been there, he had been alone.... I'll never get over that, EVER.
At dads funeral at the chapel at Landican, My dads bosses son Miles, told of how difficult it was to work for his father Alec and that Ted (My dad) had the patience of a saint, as Alec wasn't the easiest man to work for. Miles went on to say, that he was surprised that Ted didnt go for his father with a hammer.. everyone laughed at that! But, we knew different, my dad was very patient. Anyway, a lot was said in praise of my fathers service to 'Home Farm' another thing mentioned was about My father and I being very close as Father and daughter... I could not stop crying. My Dad was my hero.
I will always remember you dad for the person you were. people have always said that I am very like you, and its lovely to hear that, I am very proud that I am like you. I get very upset talking about your last weeks, and so does your grandson Paul. When Pauls dad brought him to see you, he cried from the time he got to the hospital to the time he left. His dad had to take him home because he was so distressed. (For a long time after dad died, anyone who got ill, my son would ask 'are they going to die?' He was so scared of anyone dying). I know that you would understand dad.
You loved my children. You would be very proud of them both for what they have achieved in life.You would be laughing your head off at what Paul and Alison come out with, you know how comedic they both are. Do you remember when you, Alison and myself had gone to Homebase DIY? we lost you and Alison said where is grandad? 'How far can a pensioner get'!? she was 10 then, and it was as dry a delivery as you could imagine! I know you laughed and laughed at that, and I still remind her of what she said to this day! :)we both laugh at that! Paul has come out with equally funny remarks, you know how cerebral he gets,? he was very serious as a child, wouldn't do anything he hadn't given great thought to, sensible boy! They both love and miss you every day, very much so.
I remember Dads last words to Paul were: 'Dont be sad Paul' How could we not be sad? It was almost more than we could bear when you went. We were losing a good father and grandfather, and, when mum was alive, a good husband. I am proud you were my dad. Love always and forever, your daughter, Anne XXXX
Dad, you became a great -grandad in May. She is a beautiful little girl. She looks so like Paul and Alison. Paul is such a proud and devoted father to both I and I. xx
Cause of death: Chronic obstructive airways disease and bowel blockage caused by an untreated hernia.
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ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ My Dad - ANGEL DAY 1 JULY ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ
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ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ In Memoriamಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ
William Edward Hunking Molyneux, was born in Upton, Wirral, England. He was born to Violet Alice Bird and William Hunking Molyneux on the 26 January 1932. He suffered double pneumonia as a baby. In those days, he was lucky to have survived. His mother literally wrapped him in cotton wool, and he survived this killer illness.
As a young boy, he moved around a lot because of his fathers business as a Tea & Coffee Merchant. My dad, sister, step sister and his mum were not able to settle in any one place for long.
When he left school he went into Horticulture, while he was in one job, another gardener fell dead of a heart attack at his feet. I cant imagine how dad felt.
When my dad was 25, his beloved mother, Violet died of kidney failure at the young age of 48. He was devastated. At that time they lived in North wales, so consequently, my Nana was buried in a little churchyard In Afonwen, Caerwys North Wales.
Later on, he went into Farming, attending Reaseheath agricultural college in Nantwich, Cheshire. There he attained qualifications in farm management.
He met my mum Hilda Mary Garner in the mid fifties and they married on 13 March 1957.
I was daddies little girl. I used to love combing his hair whilst he watched television, and when I was ill he would carry me up to bed on his back. When I woke up thirsty, dad would bring me some Pop!. We used to go for walks in the fields near our home on sundays, and we would take pop and biscuits and eat and drink under the big oak tree. My dad had lots of patience, he was a lovely, kind, giving, caring man, a gentleman. He worked hard on that farm, with Precious little reward. He would work 7 days a week and have one and a half days off every two weeks. Up in the morning at 5.30 maybe not come home til after 10 at night in the summer. He used to give milk from the farm to the farm cats. The farm manager did not feed them, but dad always gave them milk.
In 1996, after 35 years of faithful service, my dad retired at the age of 65.
Mum and dad moved to a bungalow on february 22 1997 as mums health was rapidly failing. They had only been there 10 months when mum died on december 24th (Christmas eve).
After mums death, he would never put decorations or a tree up at christmas.
6 years later at the age of 71, dad died in hospital. My brother and I got the call to come to the hospital early in the morning of july 1st. I got there before my brother and his daughter. The sister who had nursed my mum and now dad, met me at the door to his room and said 'your dad has gone my love' I just walked in and there were no morphine drips, no nothing. My dad had died 10 minutes earlier. The moment I saw him..My heart broke in to pieces. I hadn't been there, he had been alone.... I'll never get over that, EVER.
At dads funeral at the chapel at Landican, My dads bosses son Miles, told of how difficult it was to work for his father Alec and that Ted (My dad) had the patience of a saint, as Alec wasn't the easiest man to work for. Miles went on to say, that he was surprised that Ted didnt go for his father with a hammer.. everyone laughed at that! But, we knew different, my dad was very patient. Anyway, a lot was said in praise of my fathers service to 'Home Farm' another thing mentioned was about My father and I being very close as Father and daughter... I could not stop crying. My Dad was my hero.
I will always remember you dad for the person you were. people have always said that I am very like you, and its lovely to hear that, I am very proud that I am like you. I get very upset talking about your last weeks, and so does your grandson Paul. When Pauls dad brought him to see you, he cried from the time he got to the hospital to the time he left. His dad had to take him home because he was so distressed. (For a long time after dad died, anyone who got ill, my son would ask 'are they going to die?' He was so scared of anyone dying). I know that you would understand dad.
You loved my children. You would be very proud of them both for what they have achieved in life.You would be laughing your head off at what Paul and Alison come out with, you know how comedic they both are. Do you remember when you, Alison and myself had gone to Homebase DIY? we lost you and Alison said where is grandad? 'How far can a pensioner get'!? she was 10 then, and it was as dry a delivery as you could imagine! I know you laughed and laughed at that, and I still remind her of what she said to this day! :)we both laugh at that! Paul has come out with equally funny remarks, you know how cerebral he gets,? he was very serious as a child, wouldn't do anything he hadn't given great thought to, sensible boy! They both love and miss you every day, very much so.
I remember Dads last words to Paul were: 'Dont be sad Paul' How could we not be sad? It was almost more than we could bear when you went. We were losing a good father and grandfather, and, when mum was alive, a good husband. I am proud you were my dad. Love always and forever, your daughter, Anne XXXX
Dad, you became a great -grandad in May. She is a beautiful little girl. She looks so like Paul and Alison. Paul is such a proud and devoted father to both I and I. xx
Cause of death: Chronic obstructive airways disease and bowel blockage caused by an untreated hernia.
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ಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ In Memoriamಌڿڰۣಌಌڿڰۣಌ
William Edward Hunking Molyneux, was born in Upton, Wirral, England. He was born to Violet Alice Bird and William Hunking Molyneux on the 26 January 1932. He suffered double pneumonia as a baby. In those days, he was lucky to have survived. His mother literally wrapped him in cotton wool, and he survived this killer illness.
As a young boy, he moved around a lot because of his fathers business as a Tea & Coffee Merchant. My dad, sister, step sister and his mum were not able to settle in any one place for long.
When he left school he went into Horticulture, while he was in one job, another gardener fell dead of a heart attack at his feet. I cant imagine how dad felt.
When my dad was 25, his beloved mother, Violet died of kidney failure at the young age of 48. He was devastated. At that time they lived in North wales, so consequently, my Nana was buried in a little churchyard In Afonwen, Caerwys North Wales.
Later on, he went into Farming, attending Reaseheath agricultural college in Nantwich, Cheshire. There he attained qualifications in farm management.
He met my mum Hilda Mary Garner in the mid fifties and they married on 13 March 1957.
I was daddies little girl. I used to love combing his hair whilst he watched television, and when I was ill he would carry me up to bed on his back. When I woke up thirsty, dad would bring me some Pop!. We used to go for walks in the fields near our home on sundays, and we would take pop and biscuits and eat and drink under the big oak tree. My dad had lots of patience, he was a lovely, kind, giving, caring man, a gentleman. He worked hard on that farm, with Precious little reward. He would work 7 days a week and have one and a half days off every two weeks. Up in the morning at 5.30 maybe not come home til after 10 at night in the summer. He used to give milk from the farm to the farm cats. The farm manager did not feed them, but dad always gave them milk.
In 1996, after 35 years of faithful service, my dad retired at the age of 65.
Mum and dad moved to a bungalow on february 22 1997 as mums health was rapidly failing. They had only been there 10 months when mum died on december 24th (Christmas eve).
After mums death, he would never put decorations or a tree up at christmas.
6 years later at the age of 71, dad died in hospital. My brother and I got the call to come to the hospital early in the morning of july 1st. I got there before my brother and his daughter. The sister who had nursed my mum and now dad, met me at the door to his room and said 'your dad has gone my love' I just walked in and there were no morphine drips, no nothing. My dad had died 10 minutes earlier. The moment I saw him..My heart broke in to pieces. I hadn't been there, he had been alone.... I'll never get over that, EVER.
At dads funeral at the chapel at Landican, My dads bosses son Miles, told of how difficult it was to work for his father Alec and that Ted (My dad) had the patience of a saint, as Alec wasn't the easiest man to work for. Miles went on to say, that he was surprised that Ted didnt go for his father with a hammer.. everyone laughed at that! But, we knew different, my dad was very patient. Anyway, a lot was said in praise of my fathers service to 'Home Farm' another thing mentioned was about My father and I being very close as Father and daughter... I could not stop crying. My Dad was my hero.
I will always remember you dad for the person you were. people have always said that I am very like you, and its lovely to hear that, I am very proud that I am like you. I get very upset talking about your last weeks, and so does your grandson Paul. When Pauls dad brought him to see you, he cried from the time he got to the hospital to the time he left. His dad had to take him home because he was so distressed. (For a long time after dad died, anyone who got ill, my son would ask 'are they going to die?' He was so scared of anyone dying). I know that you would understand dad.
You loved my children. You would be very proud of them both for what they have achieved in life.You would be laughing your head off at what Paul and Alison come out with, you know how comedic they both are. Do you remember when you, Alison and myself had gone to Homebase DIY? we lost you and Alison said where is grandad? 'How far can a pensioner get'!? she was 10 then, and it was as dry a delivery as you could imagine! I know you laughed and laughed at that, and I still remind her of what she said to this day! :)we both laugh at that! Paul has come out with equally funny remarks, you know how cerebral he gets,? he was very serious as a child, wouldn't do anything he hadn't given great thought to, sensible boy! They both love and miss you every day, very much so.
I remember Dads last words to Paul were: 'Dont be sad Paul' How could we not be sad? It was almost more than we could bear when you went. We were losing a good father and grandfather, and, when mum was alive, a good husband. I am proud you were my dad. Love always and forever, your daughter, Anne XXXX
Dad, you became a great -grandad in May. She is a beautiful little girl. She looks so like Paul and Alison. Paul is such a proud and devoted father to both I and I. xx
Cause of death: Chronic obstructive airways disease and bowel blockage caused by an untreated hernia.
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