Dad

My dad with me a few days after I was born in 1971

Today marks exactly 26 years since my father, Keith J Saunders, died. I still miss him every day. What I would give to have one last hug from him.

Dad died from kidney failure aged 52 years, 10 months and 23 days . I reach the exact same age as him this autumn. That has been a sobering thought as I approached my 52nd birthday in November.

Today my thought, however, have been on the happy moments that we had together. Those ordinary every day interactions and conversations, before the dementia started stripping away large chunks of what made him who he was.

I love you Dad!

Cousin Harry

Harry Gray on BBC Scottish News (Image: BBC News)

I know that the BBC is at the heart of a controversy currently but it was a pleasant surprise last week (Monday 6 March 2023) to see my Mum’s cousin, Harry Gray, featured on the BBC News website in a short video about the evolution of the BBC’s Scotland news coverage.

After his retirement, Harry split his time between a home in the Scottish Borders, living next door to my great aunt (my maternal grandmother’s twin sister) where he spent the summer and another in Morocco to escape the Scottish winters.

There is an article about his life on the Scotland On-Air wiki.

The Photon Connection—40 years on

Image of a red phone handset with light coming from the earpiece. With the text: The Photon Connection - The 1982/83 IEE Faraday Lecture presented by Standard Telephones and Cables PLC.
Promotional poster for The Photon Connection

Forty years ago today (5 October 1982), my father Keith Saunders presented the first of fifteen IEE Faraday lectures on behalf of Standard Telephones & Cables (STC) during a six-month UK tour.

It was during this tour that Dad collapsed having just delivered the lecture in his hometown of Nottingham. But that’s a whole other story.

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Beware the Ides of March

My dad (right) with his colleague David Brown on the set of the 1982–1983 IEE Faraday Lecture

“Beware the Ides of March!” So, Shakespeare’s soothsayer warns Julius Caesar in his play. It is a phrase now etched into the history of my family.

Today marks the 39th anniversary of my late father, Keith John Saunders, collapsing with what turned out to be the first of three brain haemorrages, on Tuesday 15 March 1983.

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Gravestone

Photo: Andrew Bunyan, engraver

Mum’s name has now been added to the gravestone, along with an introduction, “In loving memory of…”

We also added some context to the years, although without the ’19…’ I doubt that people would have thought that Dad was a time-traveller born in 1845 who married a woman in the following century, but it immediately clarifies things.

I like the Scottish tradition of using the wife’s maiden name.

In a way, it feels good to see them together again after so many years without Dad.

Rest in peace, Mum and Dad x