Gerald Wright, 85, died at home yesterday with his family temporarily absent from his bedside. After a long battle against cancer, he breathed his last at 6.15pm, ‘give or take a minute or two’, according to his wife Gladys.
‘We were expecting the end very soon,’ said Gladys. ‘But then Trevor, he’s my eldest, went out to take a call from his office and took it outside. Then the timer went on the oven and I had to save the chicken from drying out. The doorbell went and Sheila, my daughter, had to go and sort something out with a delivery man. The grandchildren stayed there until Stacey needed the toilet and Alan popped into the garden shed to take some of Gerry’s old tools.’
‘It was what he would have wanted, for aught anyone knows. Like most dying people, he had long since lost the power of speech and would have been unable to tell his family he loved them, even if they had been there.’