Derek John Hunter

I put this memorial page together a little while ago but as it is coming to the anniversary of my dads death I figured I'd give it a revamp.

As I look at the many memorials for the other people who have passed on, whether they be a mum or dad, grandparents, aunt or uncle, niece or nephew, son or daughter or even a friend. I can't help but fill with emotion at the kind words and the memories.

My dad, Derek died suddenly on the 20th October 1987 of a brain haemorrage.
He was a keen fisherman, kept an aquariam and bred rabbits. He and my mum Doreen worked hard to provide for my little sister cheryl and I.

The weeks leading to his death he had given away his fish and rabbits it was as if he knew and was making things easier for my mum.

I was only 4 years old when my dad died. I have no memory of my time with him, or the morning he died when he took me to school and give me an extra big kiss and cuddle, yet I remember everything about when he was found, who was there, what was said and how I felt. I remember after too, going back to school and being taken out of class for counselling. Why can't I remember my dad? I long to have a memory of my own.

All Cheryl and I have are photographs and the memories our mum has told us.


Trying to find these words I have found hard so I thought it best to tell it as it is. I only hope I have done that well.


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Dad, 21 years on and you are always thought of. We keep you in our hearts always, knowing you are around to share happy times and be there through our bad. Until we meet again rest easy. we all love you so much x x x
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