I got to know Hugh a few years before he went to his retirement home. After that, his memory declined fairly fast. Finally he failed to recognize me, but he still remembered the old songs: one in particular stands out – after lunch one day, we sang the old war song “Hitler has only got one ball” outside his room on the 5th floor. Our raucous rendering was not appreciated by some residents trying to have a nap…

Nos pensées vous accompagnent dans cette épreuve. Que Dieu vous aide à surmonter une si pénible épreuve !

I shall miss his droll sense of humour and his vast intelligence. Mary-T.

If I knew half of what you knew, I would consider myself a clever man.. RIP Uncle Hugh xxx