Back in 1971 and oblivious to the finer points of lawn care, I remember meeting Geff for the first time and immediately being conscious of two things: 1) Geff Simlo's lawn was immaculate and meant a lot to him, and 2) Steve and I were being trusted to play on it. This responsibility was communicated to me in a few words and what appeared to be the friendly but fixed gaze of a Mancunian hawk. A year or two later, Geff took me and Steve to see City away at Arsenal; something I hugely appreciated having never seen Arsenal play before. Of course, we sat with the City fans and, with the same piercing gaze, I received a new and even greater responsibility: not to get us all beaten up by celebrating Arsenal's goals! Geff loved his lawn and City, and I still feel quietly proud that he could have trusted me with them both. The last time I saw him (at Steve's wedding) we talked about old times and new, but mostly about football. Geff's directness was as undiminished and enjoyable as ever, qualities that I think were perfectly captured in a photo of him from that day.
Geoffrey (Geff) Simlo (9 Oct 1931 - 31 Aug 2015)
- Location
- Fitzwilliam Arms Stamford Road Marholm PE6 7HX
- Date
- 2nd Oct 2015
- Time
- 5.30pm
"If it's not fun....why do it ?"
In loving memory of Geoffrey (Geff) Simlo who sadly passed away on 31st August 2015
Our father died on August 31st at around the time the last fireworks were being launched from Edinburgh Castle. Impeccable timing in many ways as the last time we ever saw Dad in Scotland was for a visit to the Festival 3 years ago.
Dad survived these past 4 months in no great pain but in no great comfort either and whilst none of us ever wish to see our parents pass there is some relief to know he died without going through weeks and months of pain and died very close to the woman he lived much of his life for.
In truth there were probably 4 things Geff lived his life for:
His wife
His children
Manchester City
His garden
It was not always possible to work out which ones he loved most but he always did his utmost for all and his legacy lives on in the shape of my brother and myself, the remnants we have rescued from the wonderful garden my parents built in Sawtry and (although I suspect she knows none of what I am writing) I hope my Mother has some sense of what has just happened but no more than to make her feel warm and loved and not enough to upset her equilibrium.
This one from happier times
Peace to you Dad - from your loving sons
Stephen and Mark
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