i hope those of you lucky enough to still have your fathers have remembered them today,Fathers day. my dad died when i was 18 he was just 53, died from a heart attack. in those days we (like the majority of working class families in those days did'nt have a telephone, so when at around 3.30 in the morning i was woken by mum shouting that dad was in terrible pain, pains in chest and down arms, i had to peddle nearly a mile down the road to the public telephone box. i rang our family doctor, Dr.Meanly he was 70 then i'd guess, rather blunt to say the least, but a good dr. i said,dads in terrible pain,chest,arms.etc. he said,well tell him to take 2 aspirin and i will look in in morning. okkkk don't argue with dr he knows best. so i got on bike and pedalled back home, just as i was telling mum what he had said,a car pulled up and the dr knocked on door. after he put phone down he thought pains in chest?? arms?? oh hell and jumped into car. bearing in mind he lived at foulsham the next village,2 and half miles away he mustve drove like a madman lol. he examined dad and said he has had a heart attack, not a very serious one,but a heart attack nevertheless, he gave dad an injection which sent him to sleep and said would call in in morning. off back to his bed he went. me and mum sat talking and drinking tea, until my bloody alarm clock suddenly went off, it was 6.30 on the saturday before august bank holiday 1971 i was working at an ironmongers,( previous entry somewhere,) and had set my alarm. i ran to my bedroom and stopped it, but dad woke. we looked in, he said the pain had eased and dozed back off. mum and i went back to the lounge, and we had hardly sat down when we heard an awful noise. dad had had a massive heart attack, and died at 6.42 the noise was the "death rattle" and i would rather never hear it again. although i knew he had gone,i ran up to our friends house 100 yards has never seemed so far dr. mathers a lovely old gentleman of the old school, very polite,well spoken. a retired anaesthatist i knocked on his door,he came still in pyjamas, listened to my frantic dads dea..........and was off like lightening. he was getting on for 70 but he beat me back easily. he tried giving CPR and kiss of life, to no avail. my dad was dead. later i ramg the doctor and told him dad is dead and got a rather abrupt,how the hell do you know? are you a doctor? im on my way. i explained dr mather had said he was gone, which rather shut him up lol my dad.Geoffrey Cecil Lake aged 53 rest in peace dad.
i cant pretend i was that close to my father i was always a "mummys boy"lol but he worked bloody hard and although we were'nt well off he did his best to provide for mum and me. a good man, not very demonstrative but i know he loved me. sad thing though and one i bitterly regret the night before he died we had had a blazing row. i wanted to buy a motor bike and he did'nt want me too. daft row. but he died without me saying sorry dad. so, if any of you have fallen out with your fathers don't leave it too late, say sorry dad or one day you may regret it to.
take care all