Having met Rosie and become firm friends on our very first anti-natal vist to the Queen Mother's Hospital late 1968 early 1969 the inevitable happened. Expectant parents were 'invited' to visit the labour suite at the hospital. The four of us duly turned up full of 'expectation' so to speak ! Sadly poor Stan was rather overcome by his surroundings and my only worry was that Kenny might have to give him mouth to mouth resusatation or worse, gas and air !
However, all was well at the end of the day and little Laura was consequently delivered safely. When Stan 'phoned to tell us of Laura's arrival, I sat on the staircase and wept wishing that it would 'soon be all over for me!' Little did I know I had exactly one more week to the day to go before our daughter Fiona was born.
On another famous occasion we were innocently walking down Sauchiehall Street with Rosie and Stan to dine at a local Italian. For some inexplicable reason Stan decided he had lost the key of the 'cludgie'. Not a buddy in that area was in any doubt that this guy was in dire need. Both Rosie and ourselves made a quick getaway for the said restaurant and left him to his ramblings. Oh, how we could go on and on with similar stories.
Stan's passing will leave a huge void in our lives, but also a wealth of wonderful happy memories. He was much loved by ourlelves, our children , our parents and friends both young and old.
Patti and Kenny