Stanley George Gregory

Stanley (Stan) George Gregory
Died on 26th July 2005
Age 72
Lived in Dagenham
Son to: Herbert & Daisy (now passed)
Brother to: Bert, Joyce and Charles
Husband to: Eileen
Dad to: Martin, Sandra & Roy
Grandad to: Joanne, Tracy, Donna, Toni, Michelle, Jay, Samantha, Nicki (sadly stillborn), Julia and Joshua
Great Grandfather to many
Taken by cancer

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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY DAD
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To everyone reading this... love and cherish your mum and dad while you can.... none of us know how long we have on this earth and no matter what age you are when you die, you are still "gone too soon" for your loved ones!

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Hi Dad,

I am so glad to have found this wonderful site so at last we have somewhere to come to talk to you. Its been 2 years now since you left us and the time has gone so quickly, but all the same we still miss you terribly. Your house seems so big and empty without you in it.. you were always there and it seemed strange, wrong, that you wasn’t any longer. Although we knew you would eventually die, we didn’t expect it to be so soon and sudden! I am eternally grateful that you passed painlessly. I desperately hope that you realised the whole family were around your bedside with you the whole time you were dying, and on your passing, to be with you and comfort you in the last few hours of your life. You were stubborn in life, and stubborn until the end eh dad?! You struggled on for over 3 hours, you wasn’t going out without a fight.... it was the most painful thing I have ever had to watch and hope I never have to again. Everyone you loved and loved you were there dad, except Donna who just couldn’t face the sadness of it all.... she stayed at mine while you were dying listening to a song which was special to you and her.... you remember you used to make them sing it to you... “Grandpa” by The Judds.

Well I am grateful for many things in my life but not as grateful as I am that you were able to meet John just before you died, sadly you were not to meet him anymore as you took to your bed shortly after and in a month you were gone. I am also grateful that you could rest happily knowing that I had found a wonderful man who would take care of me.... I really prayed that you could last another year to walk me down the aisle and give my hand to John, but it was not to be. But Roy and Martin both gave me away, it was a bit of a squeeze getting down the aisle but you would have been proud of them. Mum looked absolutely beautiful, as always! Martin made a beautiful speech which brought a tear to my eye and the sun shone down the whole day... I’m sure you had a hand in that, thanks dad!

I deeply regret not having visited you more often when you were well and healthy, but as usual... you always think that your mum and dad will always be there and will live forever..... we always use the excuse that we are too busy, working, housework etc., Its not until you have gone that we wished we had more time with you, said things that were left unsaid, told you “I love you” more often, why is it only when we are about to lose someone that we say these 3 little words that mean so much?

Well dad, we are all ok, my marriage is a very, very happy one. The grandchildren are fine. Shayla is still suffering with her arthritis poor thing. Oh, by the way, you have another great grandchild on the way!! Jay is to be a father next January... good news eh?!

I will speak to you again. Say hello and give a big kiss to our nans, grandads, Bert and little Nicki. But for now dad.... Goodnight, sleep well and watch over us! Love always Sandra xxxx

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MY DAD

My dad in his younger days is remembered by me as being a loving father but very strict... which I now realise was a good thing having made his children respectful of others. I have many happy memories of family holidays and outings, of which there were many and also past Christmas's with my grandparents always staying over playing cards and the house being full of fun, such happy memories. Dad loved his music, especially Country & Western.. his favourite being George Jones. He also loved collecting classic cars... he had a vast collection of replica model cars. Dad also had a wonderful sense of humour, he would spend hours watching "Only Fools & Horses", "Open All Hours" etc., He loved a joke. Dad also loved the old war planes... I think this was due to him serving his National Service in the RAF as a young man. My dad was a very stubborn person... never shifting an inch on his beliefs and perspective of things. Sadly, in his later years, just before he retired and after, he became what I would call reclusive, spending most of his days in the house and rarely venturing out. We dont really know why he changed when we grew up and moved out. He loved our get togethers at Christmas and summer barbeques when the whole family would congregate at his and mums house and the house was full of laughter and love. He was fantastic at DIY and a perfectionist at whatever he turned his hand to... he even made his own bar. Started making his own beer and threw many a party and everyone was invited and always had a wonderful time. He was always there for us when we had a problem, quite often he would solve it, sometimes he couldnt. Of course, he meant the world to me, even though I may have grumbled about him as he was so set in his ways.

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A beautiful Poem read at his funeral:-


Although my life here has come to an end,
And you've come to say your goodbyes,
The life that I had I lived to the full,
So please don't be sad and don't cry.

Remember me and the laughs that we had,
Remember the good times that we shared.
Remember the ways that I loved all of you,
Remember Always I cared.

I've now gone to be at a place set for me,
With both old and young gone before.
Completely at peace and completely at rest,
No feelings of pain anymore.

So give strength to each other my family and friends,
Enjoy life and carry on,
For while I'm in your hearts and minds my dears,
You'll know that I'll never be gone.