My Dad is dying. I visited him, probably for the last time in his care home. He is 89 and has Alzheimer’s. It’s a relief, but also very sad. I shed a tear. The last time I visited him a week ago, he didn’t know who I was for the first time.
He had a great life, he built a public company, got an OBE from the queen and advised several prime ministers.
I haven’t posted this on other social platforms yet, not sure why. I think I feel freer to be myself here.
His name is Clifford Hardcastle OBE
This is him from a couple of years ago.
So sorry to read that. My Dad is on a similar path at 82. Remember all the good times you had together x
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Mostly rowing with him in the board room as he tried to shut our website down in 1992 cos it was fucking up the magazine advertising leads 😂
Haha! Around that time I was stuck waiting for him in pub lock ins till the early hours, that’s journalists for you.
Different times 🙏
