Geoffrey Molyneux (10 Jun 1930 - 30 Mar 2022)

In loving memory of Geoffrey Molyneux who sadly passed away on 30th March 2022. Geoffrey was a quiet, very determined man. He was raised in Scarborough in Yorkshire, as was my mother. They met at a dance and courted for a number of years before marrying. Shortly after marrying they moved to Leeds where my brother was born, then to York where I was born. Here started a pattern for life frequently moving every 2 years up and down the country and abroad on a number of occasions as his job directed.
Dad started off in the building trade at the bottom but rapidly worked his way up the ladder and ended up working for the government as a Civil servant.

Dad valued family, was great at BBQ's, loved eating out, bird watching, classical music, theatre and travel. Mum and Dads love of dancing stayed with them till ill health prevented them from actively participating.

Dad was at one time a scout master, an athlete, he swam well - swimming across the bay in Scarborough in his youth. In the army he was in the Gymnastic display team, even after his triple heart by pass in 1995 he regularly went to the Gym. He sang, was a Christian actively supporting Church of England, Methodist, Baptist, depending on where they were at the time. For a while he and Mum ran a local retired Civil Service support group in Newmarket and visited those who were ill or recently bereaved, organised meetings and outings.

Dad suffered from ill health most of his life and had several near death experiences but you would never know. He met every challenge head on and overcame it and just carried on. Geoff was made of pure steel. Nothing stopped him. He didn't complain - his favourite statement was 'I am fine'. He was saying this as the ambulance took him to hospital a few hours before he died.

I helped keep Dad independent for many years and he always just fitted in. He never said it wasn't convenient if I offered to take him out, or he didn't feel like it. In latter months I was helped by the most devoted carers one could hope for who took Dad to their hearts. Dad was inspirational. He showed me how to live and how to die well.