Dad it’s been 15 years today, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. I have taken you along with me ,talking about you regularly. Your Grandsons miss you , all grown up now with families of their own. You have two great granddaughters who would adore you.
You are here in our hearts 💕 and so very much loved. XXX
Frederick Francis (Fred) Duke (27 Jan 1933 - 30 Sep 2014)
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In loving memory of the late Frederick Francis (Fred) Duke who sadly passed away on 30th September 2014
My Dad , well what can i say about him that anyone reading this does'nt already know? He was a fine man. There for anyone and everyone whenever and wherever ! You only had to ask or not even ask if he knew you needed help in anyway he'd volunteer well, he was a boy scout leader afterall in his younger days. One or two photos with his scout troop and my sister Alison sat amongst them!
His greatest passion in life, his only hobby besides crosswords was fly fishing, when he finally got around to trying it (he absolutely hated the thought of sitting for hours dangling a hook in the water and catching nothing apart from a cold numb bum) total waste of time. But when he started fly fishing in Wales with his best pal Jack you could say he was hooked!!! Fly fishing is one that you don't sit down to do so I guess that suited him more. His one favourite holiday destination was Snowdonia the cottage in Waunfawr that he helped Jack to renovate. Never did he have any desire to go abroad for sunshine. (neither have I so I have something else to thank you for)!
He was in the Royal Marines joined up in his early teens, had he not have been invalided out in his early twenties I think he would have stayed in and progressed he loved the life. But as I often said there wouldn't have been Alison or I so it was meant to be! He was born and brought up in the West Country and ended up in and around Nottinghamshire and trained to be a plasterer. A damb good one might I add and am not just being bias!
He was not my rock but my boulder and I don,t know how I will cope without him I have this big gaping hole . He was the one person in my life I could truly rely on for support and advice . DAD I love you so much!!

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