Below is one of my only, albeit shockingly grainy photograph of the great Richard Ely. I didn't get the privilege of knowing Grumps before his Parkinsons diagnosis, neither did I get the opportunity to properly say some words about him after he passed away over three years ago in 2021. Finding this webpage now in 2024, it grates away at me that I couldn't tell those who were part of his life what he meant to Sam and Myself. While it's impossible to forget him, and none of the people who have spoken or shared below will ever come close to doing so, I know that this page won't be revisited by all of them after I post this message. Regardless, I would like to say my piece for the chance that someone does. Sorry I'm late Grumps.
While we didn't get to see him in his Architect glory days, everybody already knows that Sam and I still got to see our share of his living for the thrill and living in the moment mindset. There was no dull moments when he was around, and we were always enthusiastic to take part in whatever activity our Grandma and Parents dissapproved of, whether it be learning to shoot his air rifle, riding round on the tractor, or cutting up random bits of wood with various tools in his garage. We were slightly less enthusiastic about easter egg hunts where the eggs were hidden in 8ft high gutters, or locked in a car boot, with cryptic clues that he had created that Sherlock Holmes would struggle with.
Aside from that, there was the caring Grandparent who let me play pinball on his computer, played angry birds with us on his iPad, and would do anything for us, especially keep us in check when we would fight or mess around in the house. When I was too young to understand what parkinsons was, I remember making fun of his walk in the kitchen. Where most grandparents would either explain the reason for it, or dismiss it completely, he did an impression of me running away from a wasp - which I regularly did - and that was the last time I made fun of his walk. Adding into consideration his bacon sandwiches he really was the best Grandparent that anyone could ask for, and Sam and I owe him so much for his contribution to our lives.
I so badly wish that I could sit down as an adult and have a conversation with him about his past, about my job, and just stay there for hours. I don't think he was a religeous man, and I won't say that I know he's looking over me and my brother because I don't think he would have believed in that, although if he has the ability to somehow, I know he is. What I can take comfort in however, is that part of him, and his memory lives on through Me and Sam. While I don't visit the grave as much as I should, there genuinely hasn't been a day since he has been gone where he hasn't been in my mind at least once.
If you ever catch me blowing insect killer into a wasps nest through a makeshift pipe, or in a tree with a chainsaw, you'll know damn well why, and I couldn't be more proud to be his grandson.
Thank you Grumps, may your memory continue to live on through all of us.
Richard Ely (12 Feb 1946 - 21 May 2021)
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In loving memory of Richard Ely who sadly passed away at home, surrounded by his family, on 21st May 2021.
Dearly loved husband of Carole, father of Fiona and Caroline and Grumps of Finn and Sam.
In the 20 years that followed his Parkinson's diagnosis, Richard defied all medical logic and refused to allow Parkinson's to govern the way he lived his life. In doing so, he proved to be a great inspiration to many fellow PD sufferers. His zest for life, his stoicism and his unfaltering sense of humour will be remembered by all who knew him and those who met him on his daily walks in the village he loved.
A private service will be held at Bretby Crematorium on Monday 7th June at 1.30pm in the Caernarvon Chapel.
Donations in support of Parkinson's UK or St. Giles Hospice, Lichfield in lieu of flowers.
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