There is a certain majestic, understated strength in a windmill. Sometimes in life we meet people with similar qualities.
I am dedicating this shot today,to the memory of Bill Atkins, Rebecca's uncle, who died yesterday at the age of 69. He certainly held those qualities. Though slight in stature, he had a towering character.
I have know Bill since I was 17, so for more than 30 years. Bill was a gentle, funny man, who was always interested in us and our boys, and always made a fuss of us. He would be the first to be on all fours on the floor at family gatherings with my boys when they were young. He was unassuming, yet always ready with a quip, which more often than not amused him once he realised he had amused us. He was the life and soul of the party from a distance, if you can understand what I mean?
I remember Bill being very badly affected when my sister in law Victoria died in 2008, yet he was very supportive of our family, putting our feelings ahead of his own. I recall that Bill and Victoria were close and enjoyed each others humour. Though I am not a god fearing man, I do hope that they are sharing a giggle together today.
When Bill was much younger, he was part of a "stiffs club" at work. He and his colleagues would nominate someone famous who they thought may be close to shuffling off this mortal coil, and pay in a pound a week until one of the nominees did leave us. Then they would pay a proportion of the winnings to the person who had nominated the departed, and with the rest they would have a "wake" to toast their memory. It is an irreverent story, but reflects the gentle irreverence and humour of Bill so well. Sadly, yesterday was Bill's turn. As he looks down upon us, I am sure there will be smile of irony on his face, and if he starts a new club up, I would politely ask him to not pick me for at least the next 50 years!
Bill was as fit as a fiddle and had run the London, New York and Paris Marathons in the not so distant past.
Sadly, two years ago Bill had a fall at home and suffered a bad brain injury that very nearly killed him. He was never the same person again, and then a few months ago he was diagnosed with lung cancer, caused it is thought, by working with asbestos many years ago.
Rebecca and I last saw Bill in October of last year, and have preferred to remember him as I have written above than visit him as he became weaker. It was a very hard decision for Rebecca particularly, but in the end, the decision was made to allow him and his family their dignity.
Bill leaves behind him Jane, his wife of approaching 50 years, three children, Richard, Caroline and Louise, and several grand children.
Rest in peace Bill, we will all miss you. I have a simple rule when judging people. Would I like to have a pint with them. Mine's a pint of bitter please mate.
A wonderful warm tribute to Rebecca's uncle, I'm sure there won't be a better one. I just loved the story of 'The Stiffs Club'. , the participants must have had some innocent fun!
What a heartfelt and beautifully written post. Very moved by it. And I completely agree with your sentiment of who you would share a pint with, my husband and I share the same philosophy. My thoughts to you and your extended family at this sad time.
What a beautiful and well-told memorial, Sean. He sounds like someone who led a full life with a lot of love in his heart. I am sincerely sorry and will remember him and his family in my prayers.
A fitting image, beautifully taken photo, beautifully written tribute. Bill sounds like the sort of person everyone would like to have met.
My condolences to Rebecca, her family and you.
My condolences to Rebecca, her family and you.