Yesterday my family lost a very special person.
He was the father of my oldest friend, the husband of my mother's best friend, and one of my late father's best friends.
He'd been unwell for sometime with alzheimer's, but somehow kept plugging away, hanging on to the life he loved and staying with the family he adored. Until yesterday morning when he suffered a seizure and passed away.
He was truly a wonderful gentleman, and I say gentleman in every sense of the word. He was kind, caring, honest, patient, hard working, funny, loving and decent. After my dad died, he became my surrogate dad, and always looked out for my mum, for which I will be eternally grateful.
The last time I saw him was in November last year, when I was visiting Adelaide for my brother's birthday. He was in the hospital, after having had a bad fall, but was actually the brightest I'd seen him in ages. We had a lovely chat about life, the universe and everything and I will always be grateful that our final meeting was one where he seemed at his brightest and most lucid.
R.I.P. Barry. You will be missed.