Fifty one years ago, tonight, he died, my father. He was forty-three. A handsome man
Doctor Who was in The Forest of Fear.
We had bought presents that day and wrapped them.
President Kennedy was a few weeks dead.
The real Doctor said my father was to be taken into hospital.
It was all very exciting.
My father fought in World War 2.
He had experienced the fear of battle.
He was the jannie and in trauma.
It was Stobhill he went to, he had been before, walked to his bed and collapsed and died.
Recoverable now, but not then.
When I jumped from behind the couch to shout BOO at my mum on her return, my sisters and brother had been told. They were already weeping.
When Kennedy was shot, the TV shut down for days in mourning. He was a hero
My father shutdown forever that night.
He was a hero too.
Samuel John Crosbie Died 7/12/63