Dedicated to the memory of Alan Laurence Wilson
After suffering a subarachnoid haemorrhage, Alan was admitted to The John Radcliffe Hospital on the 20th October and passed away on the 21st October 2016.
Alan received exceptional care and was treated with respect and dignity, during which was an exceptionally difficult time for the family. Although he was never going to recover, the consultant, nurses, doctors and all other staff at John Radcliffe Hospital continued to care for him and the family with exceptional professionalism and sensitivity.
For this reason, the family wish for any monies to go to the Adult Intensive Care Unit at John Radcliffe Hospital. Donations can be made through this memorial page.
This site is a tribute to Alan Laurence Wilson. He is a much loved Father, Son, Brother, partner and friend. He will always be remembered.
Alan received exceptional care and was treated with respect and dignity, during which was an exceptionally difficult time for the family. Although he was never going to recover, the consultant, nurses, doctors and all other staff at John Radcliffe Hospital continued to care for him and the family with exceptional professionalism and sensitivity.
For this reason, the family wish for any monies to go to the Adult Intensive Care Unit at John Radcliffe Hospital. Donations can be made through this memorial page.
This site is a tribute to Alan Laurence Wilson. He is a much loved Father, Son, Brother, partner and friend. He will always be remembered.
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Sent by Arnold Funeral Service on 01/11/2016
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland