On Saturday 6th of May my lovely Dad passed away. He was 92.
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| Dennis Osborne 1924 -2017 |
Unfortunately I was not with him. He'd had a short spell in hospital and was due to go home on the day that I left for Dubai. I went away confidently thinking that he would be settled back into the care home that he'd recently moved into. Two days later I had a call in the night to tell me that his death was imminent. I knew I'd never get home in time. The nurse told me that he was still in good spirits and had asked for a milk shake and that she would stay with him. Half an hour later he'd gone.
I hadn't realised how much time I had spent caring for and thinking of him, it has left a big hole in my life and an ache in my heart.
He was not a religious man so the cremation service was a simple affair. I was strong enough to read the eulogy which I shall copy below .
Dad had a long, healthy and happy life. In
fact you could say it was a charmed life.
1941 was a bad time as living
close to Northolt Aerodrome the air raids were heavy, Our grandfather was an
Air Raid Warden as he was unable to join up due to injuries sustained in WW1 in
France.
Dad at 18 was helping out
the Wardens, when a bomb exploded in the middle of Dulverton Rd. a few doors away;
he was soon doing traffic control. Another night both dad and his brother Bill
stayed outside the Air Raid Shelter in their backyard as they thought they may
have to dig Mum and younger brother Bob out. He showed courage.
He
joined the RAF at the age of 19 and went on to train as a pilot in South Africa,
where he gained his wings at 21. He had a good war as he never went into combat
but was based in England maintaining the planes.
On one occasion he was part of a squadron
that had to fly 18 Mosquito planes over to Australia, at the last minute Dad
had to pull out, none of those planes that left ever reached their destination,
it was not dad’s time.
Dad spent a short time as an instructor. I
hope he didn’t teach his pupils to do the things he did like flying down
through Cheddar Gorge, chasing rabbits, flying under bridges and playing hide
and seek in the clouds.
For his 70th birthday Peter and
I bought him a flight in a Tiger Moth. The first thing he did was to ask the co
pilot if he could loop the loop and do a stall turn. I won’t repeat what Mum
said at the time. She did phone me a few days later and say that ‘he hadn’t
shut up about it’
He also managed to walk away from a
motorbike crash, a car accident and then there was the time he had to crash
land a plane. An eye witness to the crash later was talking to dad in the pub
and commented that the poor pilot never stood a chance, dad just agreed and
drank his beer.
It was during this time he met Freda, our
mum. With 3 of his mates on his motor bike he went to the local pub He walked
into the bar and spotted mum, he went over and finished off her drink, which
I’m sure did not go down well and as he left the pub he told his friend that he
was going to marry that WAF. And he did in 1949. Mum and Dad had over 60 years
of wedded bliss.
On leaving the air force, dad was undecided
as to which direction to take; it was either the Police force or become a
teacher so at the flip of a coin he went into teaching. In 1951 he took his first
job of woodwork and metalwork teacher at Hillingdon, near Ruislip and then
promotion took him to Bridgewater in Somerset.
In 1961 Westhaven, a new residential School
for children with special needs at opened in Uphill near Weston-Super-Mare and
dad got the job of deputy head with Freda at his side as deputy house mother.
Mum and Dad spent 7 happy years working along side each other at Uphill and
when the position of Headmaster and Matron of a new school in Spalding was
advertised, they applied. Again lady luck was on dad’s side and in 1968 the
family moved to Spalding.
Dad had a knack of getting what he wanted
for the school, basically he did what he wanted and then asked permission, not
sure if he would get away with that today. He and Mum together held many
successful dances at the school to help raise funds for equipment. Being a
residential school we lived during the week at a flat adjoined to the school
and Peter and I often went down to the common room in the evenings. It was like
having an extended family. I later went on to teach at the school and had to do
night duties and the atmosphere was always happy and friendly.
Dad was offered and took an early retirement,
This meant he was able to spend more time doing the things he loved, woodturning,
pottering in his greenhouse and enjoying holidays and cruises abroad where he
and Mum made many good friends
Dad certainly had a wicked sense of humor.
When Pete was young dad took him canoeing,
Pete turned round to see Dad on the bank with tears streaming down his face as
Pete was bravely paddled like mad against the tide – going nowhere.
He also thought it highly amusing to give
me as a baby, a feather with honey on it. And watch the bemusement on my face
as I tried to get rid of it.
Once on holiday mum had to stop him from
swapping the signs over on the toilets, which he thought, would have been
highly amusing. I could go on
I look at our own children and I am pleased
to say (I think) that they seem to have inherited Dad’s sense of fun.
His memory will live on.
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| Dad at 21 |
One of the hardest things is clearing his house, all the personal things, and things he and Mum had bought that no one wants any more.
I now have one final task and that is to reunite him with Mum by placing his ashes with hers.
I found a lovely poem which my niece read at the service:
Feel
no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He’d hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.
This 14" x 18" was the oil demo that I did for Peterborough Art Society a couple of weeks ago. 
