Douglas died on the morning of Thursday 23rd Sept 2010. You
may have noticed the sky being cloudier that day, the birds not singing
as loudly and a coldness to the breeze. He succumbed to the damned
cancer but he looked it in the eye and never let it rob him of his pride
his wife Linda, son Calum and daughter Debbie with hearts full of
wonderful memories of the great man he was; but those memories are
temporarily overshadowed by a grief thatís deep and painful.
If you want
to understand what sort of man Oskar was Ė stand in his garden or read
some of his poems. He appreciated beauty, he knew how to create amazing
works of art, whether that be through wood-turning, gardening, writing
songs and poetry or drawing. Those are sides to Oskar that very few
people took the time to appreciate about the man.
friendship was arrow-like; straight, true and sure of its mark. You
knew when you had Oskarís friendship. It wasnít given lightly and it
was a weighty, valuable thing to posses.
18:24 applied to Oskar.
I will miss
him. We will miss him. They will miss him. God will remember him.