This part of my blog is about a special friend of ours who was sadly taken from us this weekend, 11 April 2020. My immediate reaction was there are no words, because we are all truly devastated. However, I felt I needed to write, not to be melancholy or depressing but I wanted to say a few words: as it stands we may not get to go to a funeral to say a proper goodbye due to COVID19 and being on lockdown we can’t get together with his lovely family because of it either.
Phil Ross was a quite the character. We met him and his wife Karen and daughter Emily around 14 years ago when they moved to France. We all became friends after the girls met at school.
He was a very talented plasterer, no-one could plaster like Phil! He was so good even my other half said when we needed plastering doing he preferred Phil to do it! He enjoyed his work. He enjoyed the commerarderie with people in the bulding trade, and he worked so hard to provide for his family – all the time.
His family was his world. He did everything for his family. He had a big heart. He’d do anything to help anyone in a tight spot. If you had a job that needed doing, Phil would help you out – often swapping jobs for jobs or jobs for animals or even jobs for machinery – anything to help.
Phil enjoyed his space at their home here in France. Wherever Phil was you’d normally fnd his dog – it was Dennis in the beginning and after Dennis passed away Sascha took the lead role – wherever Phil was Sascha was. He couldn’t even go to the loo without her! He managed to get a tractor and that put him in his absolute element. He loved it, some would say more than Karen (only joking!). He’d spend ages on that tractor up and down in his field or tinkering around with it when it wouldn’t work. His face lit up if you wanted talk about farming and tractors! He loved the animals too. The sheep was something he always wanted and when we gave up our land and moved, our sheep needed a home and off they went to Phil – he’d spend ages talking to his sheep 🙂 I remember the day he came to our old house and wanted to help us catch the sheep for the shearer! To coin Karen’s phrase “Eeeeeeee!” We nearly wet ourselves laughing watching Phil and Brian trying to catch the sheep and turn them on their backs. But, Phil was determined not let them beat him and he ended up being taken for a ride by the biggest sheep – literally on its back. How we laughed that day.
Phil was a joker too – he loved a laugh and a good joke. He had an infectious laugh. He loved to wind people up and watch them go – especially Karen! ohh and how could I forget the one thing most people will remember about Phil – His Northern Soul! It was his passion! He loved to dance and every party he was at here in France, there he was doing his stuff, moving around with no effort happy as a sandboy. So many of us will remember Phil for his enthusiasm of the music and dancing….That reminds me – we introduced him to Alexa a couple of years ago one Boxing Day…he was fascinated at how it would play what you asked. Last year Karen bought him the Alexa for Christmas and now we all have the fabulous memory of Phil standing right up close to it saying “Alexa, play Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes, please, thankyou!” and him getting frustrated when it didn’t understand him!
Unfortunately Phil was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago. It hit everyone really hard. But that didn’t stop him. He was forced to take time off for chemo and radiotherapy but he would get bored. He said he had to work or he’d go insane. No-one could stop him. He was a tough cookie. In short, he was the kindest, big hearted and strongest person I have had the honour of knowing. Our hearts go out to Karen, Emily and all of Phil’s family.
So, in short, thank you Phil for being a part of our lives. We cherish you and will miss you dearly.