‘Fiercely and stubbornly independent, he refused until the time came when he could admit his frailty and so for the last four months of his life he had a bedroom overlooking the garden, listening to and identifying the birds. He had the regular care of a supportive medical team and was waited on hand and foot by his many friends who came to prepare his meals and be with him during the day.
‘On the morning that he died a voice on his beloved radio sang “….the birds are singing and I don’t know how to say goodbye.” So Stan had a peaceful death enveloped in the loving care of his many, many friends.
‘Stan left me £1,000 and I knew immediately that I wanted to build a hospice in his name. Blythe House is a fulfillment of that dream – a memorial to a wonderfully warm and brave man.’