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Very sad and emotional article about sharing your love of QPR with your dying father....

Me, The Auld Fella and Charlie Austin – Column

Wednesday, 24th Aug 2022 16:40 by Robert Donnellan

Robert Donnellan’s father Terry had a dying wish – to see Charlie Austin score a winner at Loftus Road one more time.


It’s often asked “why do bad things happen to good people?”. But recently I learned that even in dark times, those good things, however small, still happen too.

It is December 2020. In the middle of a global pandemic that is suddenly re-escalating, for some mad reason we are allowed to go to a football match. Most people enter lotteries to win life-altering prizes, so perhaps fitting that I easily win one where the prize is sitting through an insipid QPR defeat to a mediocre Reading side. The whole day is exceptionally strange. Sitting in the garden of the Crown & Sceptre trying to order the smallest amount of food that permits us to stay for the longest amount of time. Sitting in a mask, a sterile atmosphere and the faint feeling that it was madness that we were there at all.

But the thing really compounding the oddity of the whole occasion was walking into an unfamiliar part of the ground, and realising that my father, Terry, might never make another QPR game, and this would be the first match of an era of my life attending without him.

In August 2020, my father was diagnosed with cancer in his liver. In September they confirm that the primary cancer is pancreatic. Which as far as cancers go, is basically game over. So severe, his life insurance paid out while he was still alive. Later when his oncologist told him there was nothing more they could do, dad asked if it meant he was in end-of-life care. He replied that he had been in end-of-life care since he was diagnosed. They offered him chemo, but warned it would be a testing experience, and it had a low chance of delivering positive effects.....

Continues here...

https://www.fansnetwork.co.uk/football/queensparkrangers/news/58345/me-the-auld-fella-and-charlie-austin-–-column
thanks steelsie
far too early on a monday to have tears in my eyes
 
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Very sad and emotional article about sharing your love of QPR with your dying father....

Me, The Auld Fella and Charlie Austin – Column

Wednesday, 24th Aug 2022 16:40 by Robert Donnellan

Robert Donnellan’s father Terry had a dying wish – to see Charlie Austin score a winner at Loftus Road one more time.


It’s often asked “why do bad things happen to good people?”. But recently I learned that even in dark times, those good things, however small, still happen too.

It is December 2020. In the middle of a global pandemic that is suddenly re-escalating, for some mad reason we are allowed to go to a football match. Most people enter lotteries to win life-altering prizes, so perhaps fitting that I easily win one where the prize is sitting through an insipid QPR defeat to a mediocre Reading side. The whole day is exceptionally strange. Sitting in the garden of the Crown & Sceptre trying to order the smallest amount of food that permits us to stay for the longest amount of time. Sitting in a mask, a sterile atmosphere and the faint feeling that it was madness that we were there at all.

But the thing really compounding the oddity of the whole occasion was walking into an unfamiliar part of the ground, and realising that my father, Terry, might never make another QPR game, and this would be the first match of an era of my life attending without him.

In August 2020, my father was diagnosed with cancer in his liver. In September they confirm that the primary cancer is pancreatic. Which as far as cancers go, is basically game over. So severe, his life insurance paid out while he was still alive. Later when his oncologist told him there was nothing more they could do, dad asked if it meant he was in end-of-life care. He replied that he had been in end-of-life care since he was diagnosed. They offered him chemo, but warned it would be a testing experience, and it had a low chance of delivering positive effects.....

Continues here...

https://www.fansnetwork.co.uk/football/queensparkrangers/news/58345/me-the-auld-fella-and-charlie-austin-–-column

Only just managed to read that in full, having started it the other day and having had to give up because I had 'something in my eye'.

Very moving, very sad, but quite beautiful too.