Si- deepest sympathy, and I hope the hurt soon turns to moist eyed smiles of remembrance. It will after time. Thanks for sharing and reaffirming how special our club is. I've been knocked back by the big C myself lately and one of the things that sustains me is reading what you lot prattle on about. Just got here from the old 606 and already glad I found you all. For some years now I've been going to games mostly on my own, occasionally with mates. I have no problem going on my own- every time I walk up past the allotments and into the Rookery it feels like coming back to a big, noisy, Yellow family.
My condolences to you. My Dad too, took me to my first Watford game in 1966 and he sadly passed away in 2004 from cancer. I have some great memories to thank him for by taking me to The Vic - it could have been worse as he grew up in Dunstable and was a regular at L*t*n until he moved to Watford in the 1950's. We managed to get him home from the Peace Hospice to watch the Chelsea FA Cup match just days before he died - he cried (a bit like I am at the moment trying to type this) at full time having seen the boys hold Chelsea to a draw. He was so happy to see them one last time. Time is a great healer and never forget the good times.
A great aspect of this site that we did not have on 606 is to share thoughts and feelings that go far wider than football - I know that for some that is not what they want but for me it is powerful
I had not really heard of Pancreatic Cancer till about four years ago when Mrs L's brother aged 52 was diagnosed with it and died within days - she was told on a Wednesday he had it and was going to visit him that weekend but he died on the Friday. Apparently it shows hardly any symptoms until the damage is done and it has spread just about everywhere - I had always thought for men it was Prostrate Cancer that was to be watched out for
I was in Watford General with an asthma attack when I was 12 (Hornet Ward, of course!) and missed the game against Chelsea which was the 1st where we were sponsored by Solvite. The next day Ann Swanson came in with a set of the goodies all the other kids in the Family Enclosure received. That was probably the hardest game I've ever endured as I couldn't move as much as I wanted as I was attached to a drip. Warrington, my Dad also passed away in '04 to cancer. I came over for the Plymouth game and luckily, my flight was delayed as if he'd given me the news it was terminal before the game I probably wouldn't have gone. As it was, I watched a 3-1 win, had a feeling of elation from that, then he told me he had 2-3 months. It ended up being just a month. Just a shame he didn't get to see my sons as mascots in the home game against Wolves in our promotion season. Must be something about my family as mascots as we won that game 3-1 and beat Sheffield Wednesday 2-1 when I was mascot 30 years ago on the 2nd May.
I'm very sorry to hear of your loss, Si. I can't offer anything original to this thread other than echo my fellow Hornets in thanking you for all that you have posted here. My thoughts are with you and your family. All the very best, SLB