| Location | Halesowen, West Midlands. |
| Age | 86 years |
| Cause of Death | Natural Causes |
| Date of Birth | 10/11/1922 |
| Date of Death | 05/07/2009 |
| Visitors | 1,779 since 06/07/2009 |
| Creator |
Des died in the early hours of sunday morning at Nethercrest Nursing home. He had been suffering from Parkinson's disease and Altzeimers. He had been cared for by his wife Norma Dorothy Ditchfield and his family at home until needing 24 hours care. Des was a member of the St. John's ambulance for 28 years (Halesowen branch) and was always willing to help others. He will be sadly missed by all who knew him.
2 years
Remembering you. Thinking of how you always had time for others and thought of yourself last. A lesson for us all. x
Christmas memories
Remebering you dressed as Santa at Christmas for the children, also for stepping into Santa's shoes at the toddlers party at Olive Hill when Santa fell ill. The family christmasses and for being a good dad and father-in-law, a wonderful carer, St. John's Ambulance volunteer and a person who put themself last. A loss to the family and the world. God Bless. Your Son Clive, daughter in law Roseann & grandchildren, Jay, Nick & Leanne. xx
In The Garden
Des Loved his garden. He grew vegatables, (and strawberries, blackberries kept a greenhouse growing tomato's and lettuce and on occassions cucumber. I like to think he's resting now in God's garden.
In the Garden
My world is full of colour now the gardens in bloom.
Striking contrasts fill the patio,
Spilling where there’s room.
Hidden from strong winds,
A ballerina pirouettes on fragile stems,
The fuchsia is here to entertain an audience of impatiens.
Begonias,
Red and yellow,
Cascade from baskets in the sun.
Lobelia sapphire,
Cloaks king balcon the silken leafed geranium.
The scented evening primrose,
Subtle in moon lights glow.
Creates a tranquil atmosphere for the weary soul.
Come into my garden,
Here you will find rest.
For here within the garden,
The gardener’s busiest.
copyright; Roseann Ditchfield (Roz)
Not how did he die but how did he live
Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.
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