Family Links: Son of the late Martin and Violet Neary.
Natural father to Jason Robert John Neary.
Brother of the late Iris Rose Jones Neary and the late Roy Anthony Neary.
Previously married for 22 years. Divorced: April 28th 1982.
Family Years: Devoted loving husband and father to his wife and children.
Previously served with The Herefordshire Light Infantry.
Later worked as a builder. Dad also worked for some years at the Pontrilas Sawmills Hereford, and various other places.
Gerald was one of three children born to Violet and Martin Neary and was the most wonderful father anyone could have ever wished to have had. He had one son "Jason Robert John Neary" born to him and one adopted daughter. Dad worked many jobs throughout his life before his last professional career. Dad was always known by all his employers as hard working, and someone that always did his very best.
Dad was always great fun to be around and always had a wonderful sense of humor. He was always very confident, and loved to make his friends and family laugh with stories from his past. He was always a easy man to speak too. He loved people and would always treat others with the same respect as they gave him, and if he could help you in anyway he would always do his best.
He had many friends and was loved and admired everyone that knew him. Many of his friends would even copy the way he would dress, which i think was only born out of the love for him.
One of dad's great loves was the Seaside town of Weymouth in "Dorset" here in England where we would spend most of our summer holidays. He adored Weymouth's beautiful harbor and even more beautiful "Nothe Gardens" or "Noth Gardens" as we always called them, which overlooks "Portland Island" and "Portland Naval Base", no longer a Naval Base now, which was where his father was stationed for sometime with the Navy during the War after being transferred from the Army. And like me dad always had a great love of boats and the sea, and loved to fish just as he did back home. And even as a family we all shared many happy years together in Weymouth, especially in the 70s which was a magical time for me, and I still have so many happy memories of those days as a young boy, like jumping the rocks below Weymouth Nothe Fort, and swimming in our own favourite spots around the coast, and I always loved to explore all the little rock pools to see all the wonderful tiny sea creatures in each one around the coast below Weymouth Fort, like tiny green crabs, shrimps, Starfish, and coloured jelly fish. When I was a child I found a small fossilised imprint of Starfish below the Fort no more than two inches across on a stone shaped like a little bun. Weymouth was such a wonderful place, with so much to see and do, and so many places to go, like feeding the Swans at Weymouth Swannery near Weymouth Radipole Lake nature reserve, and the beautiful coastal cliff walk to Sandsfoot Castle, with wonderful views of Portland Island. We all loved to visit Weymouth Fair, my favourite ride was always The Ghost Train, and we loved to play the slot machines and other games in the many amusement arcades, many of which were strung all along Weymouth seafront, with rows and rows of gift shops between each one, and other shops selling seashells and coloured corals of every kind and shape, and the many antique shops leading off into the many side streets, and we would always find so many interesting things to take home. We used to love to sit in Weymouth Harbour at night looking at all the lights and boats gently bobbing a rocking with the movement of the tide while eating fresh crispy battered haddock and chips, or cod. And some nights we would do the same only sitting up in Weymouth Nothe Gardens enjoying our meal while looking out across to Portland Island to see all the beautiful lights casting their reflections out across the sea. Still remember how tasty the hot dogs and hamburgers were down Weymouth, which was so much better than anything we had back home, as was the fish and chips. During our usual two week stay we would nearly always go to see at least one live show at the Weymouth Pavilion. While there we saw many artists and other comedians, but unfortunately we never got to see the comedian Norman Wisdom, but remember he was due on one following week and we were due home. And we always loved to see what treasures would be brought in by many of the salvage divers on their return to Weymouth harbour. But no matter where we were we always had a wonderful time, and we always felt so safe a secure with dad, and I enjoyed every moment. Weymouth and the memories I still have still hold a special place in my heart for me, and I guess they always will.
Dad loved the outdoors, and whenever he could he loved to spend whatever time he had around the Hereford countryside among the woods and the trees, just as he would do as a boy. He loved to walk along the beautiful banks of "The River Wye" with our dog, walking to "Breinton" pronounced "Brayton" which he loved here in Hereford, with its many beautiful wide open fields, hills, and famous apple orchards, often stopping to let our dog cool off and take a drink from the natural spring at Breinton as so many do during the hot summer months. Our dog would always lay paws outstretched in the spring letting the cool spring water flow around her loving every minute after a long walk. Dad would often spend long weekends fishing along the banks of the "River Wye". And you would rarely see him return home without a large Pike or Salmon. Dad and i would fish together many times, and even as a boy i would sit and watch him spin fishing for Pike, and he would always know just where to find them hiding along the darkest places along the river and alongside the weeds where predator fish like pike sit hiding, waiting for other smaller fish. Dad was also a great rifle shot, which was something that was recognised very early on from his army years with "The Herefordshire Light Infantry". I would target shoot with dad as a teenager and as a young man, but as good as i was i could never quite match him. We would often spend many warm sunny summer days together sitting on the banks of the "River Wye" shooting at targets that would be carried down river, like plastic bottles or the odd Coke can. Remember it was such fun to see which of us could sink them first before the river carried them out or sight. Those were such happy and care free days.
He was also a very good cook which is something that I picked up over the years, by simply watching the way he did things, nothing to fancy, just simple basic cooking. Dad was also a blood donor for many years, and despite his busy lifestyle he would regularly donate many pints of blood over the years. and in all those years he never missed a session until he was later diagnosed with a heart condition later in 1994. To me and everyone that knew him there was only one "Gerald" or "Jack" as his old friends would call him, and that was my dad, and i know that if i live to be a hundred I know will never be the man he was. Sharing my life with dad has truly been a real adventure, and one filled with so much fun and laughter. He was a little daring at times, a bit of chancer, but all with a lot of humour thrown in, and that's what made him so much fun to be with, and a father I wish everyone could have known, and I feel so honoured, and so blessed to have been a part of his life, and to have been his Son.
THANK YOU DAD FOR ALL THE MANY HAPPY YEARS WE SPENT TOGETHER, AND FOR ALL THE FUN AND LAUGHTER WE SHARED.
YOU WERE ONE OF A KIND DAD, AND ONE OF HEREFORDSHIRE'S TRULY UNIQUE AND FINEST MEN THAT WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO HAVE KNOWN AND LOVED.
YOU AND I WERE INSEPARABLE IN LIFE DAD, MY ONE TRUE FRIEND, AND I SURELY HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN ONE DAY. YOU HAVE LEFT SUCH A LASTING IMPRESSION ON THIS EARTH DAD, AND ON ALL THOSE THAT KNEW YOU, AN IMPRINT THAT TIME WILL NEVER ERASE, AND THAT PART OF YOU WILL REMAIN HERE ON EARTH, AND IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER. I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU DAD. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.
LOVE YOU ALWAYS DAD.
YOUR SON JASON.
Cause of death: Severe pneumonia leading to Myocardial Infarction (Heart Attack).
Natural father to Jason Robert John Neary.
Brother of the late Iris Rose Jones Neary and the late Roy Anthony Neary.
Previously married for 22 years. Divorced: April 28th 1982.
Family Years: Devoted loving husband and father to his wife and children.
Previously served with The Herefordshire Light Infantry.
Later worked as a builder. Dad also worked for some years at the Pontrilas Sawmills Hereford, and various other places.
Gerald was one of three children born to Violet and Martin Neary and was the most wonderful father anyone could have ever wished to have had. He had one son "Jason Robert John Neary" born to him and one adopted daughter. Dad worked many jobs throughout his life before his last professional career. Dad was always known by all his employers as hard working, and someone that always did his very best.
Dad was always great fun to be around and always had a wonderful sense of humor. He was always very confident, and loved to make his friends and family laugh with stories from his past. He was always a easy man to speak too. He loved people and would always treat others with the same respect as they gave him, and if he could help you in anyway he would always do his best.
He had many friends and was loved and admired everyone that knew him. Many of his friends would even copy the way he would dress, which i think was only born out of the love for him.
One of dad's great loves was the Seaside town of Weymouth in "Dorset" here in England where we would spend most of our summer holidays. He adored Weymouth's beautiful harbor and even more beautiful "Nothe Gardens" or "Noth Gardens" as we always called them, which overlooks "Portland Island" and "Portland Naval Base", no longer a Naval Base now, which was where his father was stationed for sometime with the Navy during the War after being transferred from the Army. And like me dad always had a great love of boats and the sea, and loved to fish just as he did back home. And even as a family we all shared many happy years together in Weymouth, especially in the 70s which was a magical time for me, and I still have so many happy memories of those days as a young boy, like jumping the rocks below Weymouth Nothe Fort, and swimming in our own favourite spots around the coast, and I always loved to explore all the little rock pools to see all the wonderful tiny sea creatures in each one around the coast below Weymouth Fort, like tiny green crabs, shrimps, Starfish, and coloured jelly fish. When I was a child I found a small fossilised imprint of Starfish below the Fort no more than two inches across on a stone shaped like a little bun. Weymouth was such a wonderful place, with so much to see and do, and so many places to go, like feeding the Swans at Weymouth Swannery near Weymouth Radipole Lake nature reserve, and the beautiful coastal cliff walk to Sandsfoot Castle, with wonderful views of Portland Island. We all loved to visit Weymouth Fair, my favourite ride was always The Ghost Train, and we loved to play the slot machines and other games in the many amusement arcades, many of which were strung all along Weymouth seafront, with rows and rows of gift shops between each one, and other shops selling seashells and coloured corals of every kind and shape, and the many antique shops leading off into the many side streets, and we would always find so many interesting things to take home. We used to love to sit in Weymouth Harbour at night looking at all the lights and boats gently bobbing a rocking with the movement of the tide while eating fresh crispy battered haddock and chips, or cod. And some nights we would do the same only sitting up in Weymouth Nothe Gardens enjoying our meal while looking out across to Portland Island to see all the beautiful lights casting their reflections out across the sea. Still remember how tasty the hot dogs and hamburgers were down Weymouth, which was so much better than anything we had back home, as was the fish and chips. During our usual two week stay we would nearly always go to see at least one live show at the Weymouth Pavilion. While there we saw many artists and other comedians, but unfortunately we never got to see the comedian Norman Wisdom, but remember he was due on one following week and we were due home. And we always loved to see what treasures would be brought in by many of the salvage divers on their return to Weymouth harbour. But no matter where we were we always had a wonderful time, and we always felt so safe a secure with dad, and I enjoyed every moment. Weymouth and the memories I still have still hold a special place in my heart for me, and I guess they always will.
Dad loved the outdoors, and whenever he could he loved to spend whatever time he had around the Hereford countryside among the woods and the trees, just as he would do as a boy. He loved to walk along the beautiful banks of "The River Wye" with our dog, walking to "Breinton" pronounced "Brayton" which he loved here in Hereford, with its many beautiful wide open fields, hills, and famous apple orchards, often stopping to let our dog cool off and take a drink from the natural spring at Breinton as so many do during the hot summer months. Our dog would always lay paws outstretched in the spring letting the cool spring water flow around her loving every minute after a long walk. Dad would often spend long weekends fishing along the banks of the "River Wye". And you would rarely see him return home without a large Pike or Salmon. Dad and i would fish together many times, and even as a boy i would sit and watch him spin fishing for Pike, and he would always know just where to find them hiding along the darkest places along the river and alongside the weeds where predator fish like pike sit hiding, waiting for other smaller fish. Dad was also a great rifle shot, which was something that was recognised very early on from his army years with "The Herefordshire Light Infantry". I would target shoot with dad as a teenager and as a young man, but as good as i was i could never quite match him. We would often spend many warm sunny summer days together sitting on the banks of the "River Wye" shooting at targets that would be carried down river, like plastic bottles or the odd Coke can. Remember it was such fun to see which of us could sink them first before the river carried them out or sight. Those were such happy and care free days.
He was also a very good cook which is something that I picked up over the years, by simply watching the way he did things, nothing to fancy, just simple basic cooking. Dad was also a blood donor for many years, and despite his busy lifestyle he would regularly donate many pints of blood over the years. and in all those years he never missed a session until he was later diagnosed with a heart condition later in 1994. To me and everyone that knew him there was only one "Gerald" or "Jack" as his old friends would call him, and that was my dad, and i know that if i live to be a hundred I know will never be the man he was. Sharing my life with dad has truly been a real adventure, and one filled with so much fun and laughter. He was a little daring at times, a bit of chancer, but all with a lot of humour thrown in, and that's what made him so much fun to be with, and a father I wish everyone could have known, and I feel so honoured, and so blessed to have been a part of his life, and to have been his Son.
THANK YOU DAD FOR ALL THE MANY HAPPY YEARS WE SPENT TOGETHER, AND FOR ALL THE FUN AND LAUGHTER WE SHARED.
YOU WERE ONE OF A KIND DAD, AND ONE OF HEREFORDSHIRE'S TRULY UNIQUE AND FINEST MEN THAT WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO HAVE KNOWN AND LOVED.
YOU AND I WERE INSEPARABLE IN LIFE DAD, MY ONE TRUE FRIEND, AND I SURELY HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN ONE DAY. YOU HAVE LEFT SUCH A LASTING IMPRESSION ON THIS EARTH DAD, AND ON ALL THOSE THAT KNEW YOU, AN IMPRINT THAT TIME WILL NEVER ERASE, AND THAT PART OF YOU WILL REMAIN HERE ON EARTH, AND IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER. I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU DAD. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.
LOVE YOU ALWAYS DAD.
YOUR SON JASON.
Cause of death: Severe pneumonia leading to Myocardial Infarction (Heart Attack).
Family Links: Son of the late Martin and Violet Neary.
Natural father to Jason Robert John Neary.
Brother of the late Iris Rose Jones Neary and the late Roy Anthony Neary.
Previously married for 22 years. Divorced: April 28th 1982.
Family Years: Devoted loving husband and father to his wife and children.
Previously served with The Herefordshire Light Infantry.
Later worked as a builder. Dad also worked for some years at the Pontrilas Sawmills Hereford, and various other places.
Gerald was one of three children born to Violet and Martin Neary and was the most wonderful father anyone could have ever wished to have had. He had one son "Jason Robert John Neary" born to him and one adopted daughter. Dad worked many jobs throughout his life before his last professional career. Dad was always known by all his employers as hard working, and someone that always did his very best.
Dad was always great fun to be around and always had a wonderful sense of humor. He was always very confident, and loved to make his friends and family laugh with stories from his past. He was always a easy man to speak too. He loved people and would always treat others with the same respect as they gave him, and if he could help you in anyway he would always do his best.
He had many friends and was loved and admired everyone that knew him. Many of his friends would even copy the way he would dress, which i think was only born out of the love for him.
One of dad's great loves was the Seaside town of Weymouth in "Dorset" here in England where we would spend most of our summer holidays. He adored Weymouth's beautiful harbor and even more beautiful "Nothe Gardens" or "Noth Gardens" as we always called them, which overlooks "Portland Island" and "Portland Naval Base", no longer a Naval Base now, which was where his father was stationed for sometime with the Navy during the War after being transferred from the Army. And like me dad always had a great love of boats and the sea, and loved to fish just as he did back home. And even as a family we all shared many happy years together in Weymouth, especially in the 70s which was a magical time for me, and I still have so many happy memories of those days as a young boy, like jumping the rocks below Weymouth Nothe Fort, and swimming in our own favourite spots around the coast, and I always loved to explore all the little rock pools to see all the wonderful tiny sea creatures in each one around the coast below Weymouth Fort, like tiny green crabs, shrimps, Starfish, and coloured jelly fish. When I was a child I found a small fossilised imprint of Starfish below the Fort no more than two inches across on a stone shaped like a little bun. Weymouth was such a wonderful place, with so much to see and do, and so many places to go, like feeding the Swans at Weymouth Swannery near Weymouth Radipole Lake nature reserve, and the beautiful coastal cliff walk to Sandsfoot Castle, with wonderful views of Portland Island. We all loved to visit Weymouth Fair, my favourite ride was always The Ghost Train, and we loved to play the slot machines and other games in the many amusement arcades, many of which were strung all along Weymouth seafront, with rows and rows of gift shops between each one, and other shops selling seashells and coloured corals of every kind and shape, and the many antique shops leading off into the many side streets, and we would always find so many interesting things to take home. We used to love to sit in Weymouth Harbour at night looking at all the lights and boats gently bobbing a rocking with the movement of the tide while eating fresh crispy battered haddock and chips, or cod. And some nights we would do the same only sitting up in Weymouth Nothe Gardens enjoying our meal while looking out across to Portland Island to see all the beautiful lights casting their reflections out across the sea. Still remember how tasty the hot dogs and hamburgers were down Weymouth, which was so much better than anything we had back home, as was the fish and chips. During our usual two week stay we would nearly always go to see at least one live show at the Weymouth Pavilion. While there we saw many artists and other comedians, but unfortunately we never got to see the comedian Norman Wisdom, but remember he was due on one following week and we were due home. And we always loved to see what treasures would be brought in by many of the salvage divers on their return to Weymouth harbour. But no matter where we were we always had a wonderful time, and we always felt so safe a secure with dad, and I enjoyed every moment. Weymouth and the memories I still have still hold a special place in my heart for me, and I guess they always will.
Dad loved the outdoors, and whenever he could he loved to spend whatever time he had around the Hereford countryside among the woods and the trees, just as he would do as a boy. He loved to walk along the beautiful banks of "The River Wye" with our dog, walking to "Breinton" pronounced "Brayton" which he loved here in Hereford, with its many beautiful wide open fields, hills, and famous apple orchards, often stopping to let our dog cool off and take a drink from the natural spring at Breinton as so many do during the hot summer months. Our dog would always lay paws outstretched in the spring letting the cool spring water flow around her loving every minute after a long walk. Dad would often spend long weekends fishing along the banks of the "River Wye". And you would rarely see him return home without a large Pike or Salmon. Dad and i would fish together many times, and even as a boy i would sit and watch him spin fishing for Pike, and he would always know just where to find them hiding along the darkest places along the river and alongside the weeds where predator fish like pike sit hiding, waiting for other smaller fish. Dad was also a great rifle shot, which was something that was recognised very early on from his army years with "The Herefordshire Light Infantry". I would target shoot with dad as a teenager and as a young man, but as good as i was i could never quite match him. We would often spend many warm sunny summer days together sitting on the banks of the "River Wye" shooting at targets that would be carried down river, like plastic bottles or the odd Coke can. Remember it was such fun to see which of us could sink them first before the river carried them out or sight. Those were such happy and care free days.
He was also a very good cook which is something that I picked up over the years, by simply watching the way he did things, nothing to fancy, just simple basic cooking. Dad was also a blood donor for many years, and despite his busy lifestyle he would regularly donate many pints of blood over the years. and in all those years he never missed a session until he was later diagnosed with a heart condition later in 1994. To me and everyone that knew him there was only one "Gerald" or "Jack" as his old friends would call him, and that was my dad, and i know that if i live to be a hundred I know will never be the man he was. Sharing my life with dad has truly been a real adventure, and one filled with so much fun and laughter. He was a little daring at times, a bit of chancer, but all with a lot of humour thrown in, and that's what made him so much fun to be with, and a father I wish everyone could have known, and I feel so honoured, and so blessed to have been a part of his life, and to have been his Son.
THANK YOU DAD FOR ALL THE MANY HAPPY YEARS WE SPENT TOGETHER, AND FOR ALL THE FUN AND LAUGHTER WE SHARED.
YOU WERE ONE OF A KIND DAD, AND ONE OF HEREFORDSHIRE'S TRULY UNIQUE AND FINEST MEN THAT WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO HAVE KNOWN AND LOVED.
YOU AND I WERE INSEPARABLE IN LIFE DAD, MY ONE TRUE FRIEND, AND I SURELY HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN ONE DAY. YOU HAVE LEFT SUCH A LASTING IMPRESSION ON THIS EARTH DAD, AND ON ALL THOSE THAT KNEW YOU, AN IMPRINT THAT TIME WILL NEVER ERASE, AND THAT PART OF YOU WILL REMAIN HERE ON EARTH, AND IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER. I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU DAD. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.
LOVE YOU ALWAYS DAD.
YOUR SON JASON.
Cause of death: Severe pneumonia leading to Myocardial Infarction (Heart Attack).
Natural father to Jason Robert John Neary.
Brother of the late Iris Rose Jones Neary and the late Roy Anthony Neary.
Previously married for 22 years. Divorced: April 28th 1982.
Family Years: Devoted loving husband and father to his wife and children.
Previously served with The Herefordshire Light Infantry.
Later worked as a builder. Dad also worked for some years at the Pontrilas Sawmills Hereford, and various other places.
Gerald was one of three children born to Violet and Martin Neary and was the most wonderful father anyone could have ever wished to have had. He had one son "Jason Robert John Neary" born to him and one adopted daughter. Dad worked many jobs throughout his life before his last professional career. Dad was always known by all his employers as hard working, and someone that always did his very best.
Dad was always great fun to be around and always had a wonderful sense of humor. He was always very confident, and loved to make his friends and family laugh with stories from his past. He was always a easy man to speak too. He loved people and would always treat others with the same respect as they gave him, and if he could help you in anyway he would always do his best.
He had many friends and was loved and admired everyone that knew him. Many of his friends would even copy the way he would dress, which i think was only born out of the love for him.
One of dad's great loves was the Seaside town of Weymouth in "Dorset" here in England where we would spend most of our summer holidays. He adored Weymouth's beautiful harbor and even more beautiful "Nothe Gardens" or "Noth Gardens" as we always called them, which overlooks "Portland Island" and "Portland Naval Base", no longer a Naval Base now, which was where his father was stationed for sometime with the Navy during the War after being transferred from the Army. And like me dad always had a great love of boats and the sea, and loved to fish just as he did back home. And even as a family we all shared many happy years together in Weymouth, especially in the 70s which was a magical time for me, and I still have so many happy memories of those days as a young boy, like jumping the rocks below Weymouth Nothe Fort, and swimming in our own favourite spots around the coast, and I always loved to explore all the little rock pools to see all the wonderful tiny sea creatures in each one around the coast below Weymouth Fort, like tiny green crabs, shrimps, Starfish, and coloured jelly fish. When I was a child I found a small fossilised imprint of Starfish below the Fort no more than two inches across on a stone shaped like a little bun. Weymouth was such a wonderful place, with so much to see and do, and so many places to go, like feeding the Swans at Weymouth Swannery near Weymouth Radipole Lake nature reserve, and the beautiful coastal cliff walk to Sandsfoot Castle, with wonderful views of Portland Island. We all loved to visit Weymouth Fair, my favourite ride was always The Ghost Train, and we loved to play the slot machines and other games in the many amusement arcades, many of which were strung all along Weymouth seafront, with rows and rows of gift shops between each one, and other shops selling seashells and coloured corals of every kind and shape, and the many antique shops leading off into the many side streets, and we would always find so many interesting things to take home. We used to love to sit in Weymouth Harbour at night looking at all the lights and boats gently bobbing a rocking with the movement of the tide while eating fresh crispy battered haddock and chips, or cod. And some nights we would do the same only sitting up in Weymouth Nothe Gardens enjoying our meal while looking out across to Portland Island to see all the beautiful lights casting their reflections out across the sea. Still remember how tasty the hot dogs and hamburgers were down Weymouth, which was so much better than anything we had back home, as was the fish and chips. During our usual two week stay we would nearly always go to see at least one live show at the Weymouth Pavilion. While there we saw many artists and other comedians, but unfortunately we never got to see the comedian Norman Wisdom, but remember he was due on one following week and we were due home. And we always loved to see what treasures would be brought in by many of the salvage divers on their return to Weymouth harbour. But no matter where we were we always had a wonderful time, and we always felt so safe a secure with dad, and I enjoyed every moment. Weymouth and the memories I still have still hold a special place in my heart for me, and I guess they always will.
Dad loved the outdoors, and whenever he could he loved to spend whatever time he had around the Hereford countryside among the woods and the trees, just as he would do as a boy. He loved to walk along the beautiful banks of "The River Wye" with our dog, walking to "Breinton" pronounced "Brayton" which he loved here in Hereford, with its many beautiful wide open fields, hills, and famous apple orchards, often stopping to let our dog cool off and take a drink from the natural spring at Breinton as so many do during the hot summer months. Our dog would always lay paws outstretched in the spring letting the cool spring water flow around her loving every minute after a long walk. Dad would often spend long weekends fishing along the banks of the "River Wye". And you would rarely see him return home without a large Pike or Salmon. Dad and i would fish together many times, and even as a boy i would sit and watch him spin fishing for Pike, and he would always know just where to find them hiding along the darkest places along the river and alongside the weeds where predator fish like pike sit hiding, waiting for other smaller fish. Dad was also a great rifle shot, which was something that was recognised very early on from his army years with "The Herefordshire Light Infantry". I would target shoot with dad as a teenager and as a young man, but as good as i was i could never quite match him. We would often spend many warm sunny summer days together sitting on the banks of the "River Wye" shooting at targets that would be carried down river, like plastic bottles or the odd Coke can. Remember it was such fun to see which of us could sink them first before the river carried them out or sight. Those were such happy and care free days.
He was also a very good cook which is something that I picked up over the years, by simply watching the way he did things, nothing to fancy, just simple basic cooking. Dad was also a blood donor for many years, and despite his busy lifestyle he would regularly donate many pints of blood over the years. and in all those years he never missed a session until he was later diagnosed with a heart condition later in 1994. To me and everyone that knew him there was only one "Gerald" or "Jack" as his old friends would call him, and that was my dad, and i know that if i live to be a hundred I know will never be the man he was. Sharing my life with dad has truly been a real adventure, and one filled with so much fun and laughter. He was a little daring at times, a bit of chancer, but all with a lot of humour thrown in, and that's what made him so much fun to be with, and a father I wish everyone could have known, and I feel so honoured, and so blessed to have been a part of his life, and to have been his Son.
THANK YOU DAD FOR ALL THE MANY HAPPY YEARS WE SPENT TOGETHER, AND FOR ALL THE FUN AND LAUGHTER WE SHARED.
YOU WERE ONE OF A KIND DAD, AND ONE OF HEREFORDSHIRE'S TRULY UNIQUE AND FINEST MEN THAT WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO HAVE KNOWN AND LOVED.
YOU AND I WERE INSEPARABLE IN LIFE DAD, MY ONE TRUE FRIEND, AND I SURELY HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN ONE DAY. YOU HAVE LEFT SUCH A LASTING IMPRESSION ON THIS EARTH DAD, AND ON ALL THOSE THAT KNEW YOU, AN IMPRINT THAT TIME WILL NEVER ERASE, AND THAT PART OF YOU WILL REMAIN HERE ON EARTH, AND IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER. I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU DAD. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.
LOVE YOU ALWAYS DAD.
YOUR SON JASON.
Cause of death: Severe pneumonia leading to Myocardial Infarction (Heart Attack).
