Jon W
12-02 2021 12:07
wrote:
Where do I start?
I first met Gerry in summer 1993 when we moved into our new houses as neighbours but that rapidly became friends. Gerry has been there celebrating my highs, and was there for my lows in life, but my favourite memory, was the excitement and joy on his face as we walked into the stadium at Twickenham to see England v Wales, Gerry’s first time at the home of Rugby.
Who will I start gaze with now? Gerry’s love of space and all that flew there was infectious and now I will never know if his immense ability to spot Starlink satellites, even on cloudy nights was exceptional vision or eye floaters – I rarely saw them on crystal clear nights!
Rugby was his passion, although I do recall a summers evening of giggles, after a couple of Gin and Tonics, a few of us on the street somehow (presumably alcoholically influenced) decided to play cricket. Not just a bat and a ball as most would play, out of the loft came the gear, pads, gloves, bat, wickets and ball (a proper cricket ball, not a namby pamby tennis ball). Who knew Gerry possessed such a fine cover drive as he demolished a neighbours flowerbed. “A peach of a stroke” had Test Match Special been commentating. The game was abandoned shortly afterwards.
We will all miss you Gerry, and there is many an anecdote I could write, reliving many happy memorable times.
Miss you bud x
Jon W
12-02 2021 12:07
wrote:
Where do I start?
I first met Gerry in summer 1993 when we moved into our new houses as neighbours but that rapidly became friends. Gerry has been there celebrating my highs, and was there for my lows in life, but my favourite memory, was the excitement and joy on his face as we walked into the stadium at Twickenham to see England v Wales, Gerry’s first time at the home of Rugby.
Who will I start gaze with now? Gerry’s love of space and all that flew there was infectious and now I will never know if his immense ability to spot Starlink satellites, even on cloudy nights was exceptional vision or eye floaters – I rarely saw them on crystal clear nights!
Rugby was his passion, although I do recall a summers evening of giggles, after a couple of Gin and Tonics, a few of us on the street somehow (presumably alcoholically influenced) decided to play cricket. Not just a bat and a ball as most would play, out of the loft came the gear, pads, gloves, bat, wickets and ball (a proper cricket ball, not a namby pamby tennis ball). Who knew Gerry possessed such a fine cover drive as he demolished a neighbours flowerbed. “A peach of a stroke” had Test Match Special been commentating. The game was abandoned shortly afterwards.
We will all miss you Gerry, and there is many an anecdote I could write, reliving many happy memorable times.
Miss you bud x
