Patient and family stories

As told by Christine’s husband, Robert.

People often ask how long Christine and I were married, or how we met, and I always smile because the truth is we knew from the very first night that we belonged together.

As told by Anna’s daughter, Deirdre.

My Mum, Anna Connor, grew up in Northern Ireland and came to England in the 1940s, where she met my father, who was serving in the RAF and stationed in North Yorkshire. They married in Harrogate on 31 December 1943. My brother was born in December 1944 and I was born in May 1947.

As told by Dave’s son, Pete.

Our Dad, Dave Ashman, had a wonderful sense of humour. Very sharp and witty, he made everyone feel comfortable in his presence. He was a devoted husband and family man. His hobbies included fishing (although most of the time he paid to watch the scenery!), music, reading and football. Manchester United and Oxford United F.C. were his teams. A larger-than-life character who would find a laugh in anything.

As told by Dave’s wife, Amanda.

I had a lovely family life with my husband Dave. We would go on family holidays with my children, Zoe, Jade, Liam and Callum, to Dave’s favourite place, Weymouth. He loved to walk along Chesil Beach.

As told by Muriel’s daughter, Rosemary.

It was the middle of the night and Mum needed to be in Sobell House. There wasn’t an available ambulance, but one came from another county, thanks to Sobell ringing around to find one.

As told by Christopher’s wife, Jeanne.

My late husband Christopher was a man of many talents. He belonged to various choirs, and although I was not a singer, I was a musician. I played the piano and often accompanied him as he sang. Music was his second life, and his love for it was infectious. It was a beautiful partnership, one that brought us countless joyful memories.