John CharlesBURROWThis is a short passage to mark a year since the passing of the Proudest and most Wonderful of Cornishmen that was John Charles Burrow who passed away on the 21st July 2023, written by his proud son, Nick. He was so adored by me and my sister, Jo, and he was so much fun to be around, he was wonderful. I am slowly turning into him, I have to say, with my need to have punctuality and agendas for every occasion. The shortness towards unprofessional behaviour from restaurant staff also has become a pet hate of mine, and increased deafness has allowed me to comment on people at a volume level that they will often hear and take offence to. His greatest gift, however, that we all have been given is the sense of humour that has strode us in good stead. But I am proud to be morphing into him, because he was a wonderful man, and a privilege to have as our dad. The unfortunate thing is, many of these things we only realise after he was gone, but as time goes by, all my thoughts of sadness quickly turn to a smile and laughter. You will never find a prouder Cornishman than Dad, and if we ever went to war against Devon, he would have been on the front line. He was fiercely protective of his friends and family and loved every aspect of his wonderful community of Goldsithney. In his final years he was devoted to the Little Harbour Children's Hospice and raised thousands of pounds for them. His greatest achievement for the hospice was a general raising of the awareness of it and the fantastic work they do, and we continue to be so proud of what he did for them. He was a fantastic Grandpa and would have made an awesome Great Grandpa this August, as our family continues to grow. For me, Dad's greatest achievement was meeting mum. The love and respect they had for each other was timeless and is the example we use to base our own lives on. He would be so proud of the way mum has handled his passing, whilst she navigates a life without him. We are all so appreciative of the way the community continues to help mum and cannot thank Goldsithney enough. Dad, you might not be sat in that chair in the conservatory, or on that bench by the pond waiting for us to arrive, but you are never far away from our thoughts. We will love you forever, and please don't be too annoying to Uncle Tony! One and All Dad.
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