Thank you. Alan enjoyed nothing better than living on our little finca in Partida de San Bernabe. He loved it when he was allowed to sit outside and gaze up at Mont Caro. Two years ago he mentioned, with regret that he would never get up to the top as we had been warned his heart  and lungs would not cope. This morning the sun tipped the tops of the mountain as my sons spread his ashes from the very top and set him free to the sound of Meatloaf on the way up and The Who on the way down - his two favourites.
He suffered so much these last 2 years but has been ill for 32 years. 

Never ever knock the Cat Salut, not Doctors nor nurses here! They have kept him alive for so many years of tranquillity, whereas England had given up on him - way back in 2003. They fought to the very end and said he too fought to the inevitable end. Now he is pain free.

I know he didnt believe but I just pray that he and our son Stephen are together flying high, both at peace. Thank you my friends.


Ive no intention of moving back to the UK. Now I must concentrate  my energies on nursing just one patient-bless her Dolly Daydreamer aka. my dementia ridden mother and writing and ...

Hi Roseanne
I don't know you but my deepest condolences. Sounds like it was a perfect send off for your Alan. And he had great taste in music!
Haze x