On 21st February 2011 I had arranged with my girlfriends granddad to take furniture from my vacant address to the tip. Although I had not heard from him all morning I had to go to the jobcentre to sign on at 12:51 and left at 12:00. I was walking up Princess Louise Road when he passed and beeped me over. I went over to his concern on why my girlfriend had not answered his calls and answered she had just got up and found the missed calls on her mobile that was left in her coat pocket out of reach. Saying that I now had to go and sign on and that I would be an hour or so, I would help with the tip jaunt as soon as, and left him to turn and go to his granddaughters.
I signed on as required, changed my address with the banks and library, picked up some shopping and headed home.
I was walking back up Princess Louise Road near the Isabella when my girlfriend phoned me to see where I was. I told her I was on my way back with shopping and she said that she had nearly emptied my old flat of junk for the tip in her sarcastic girly manner. She declined any help saying that there was just the wardrobe to put in the trailer, so I said I could drop the shopping off and help out but she declined.
I got back, had a bite to eat, sat round for a bit and then decided to go help out.
I was heading through Newsham Farm Estate and about to navigate between the postie and a chav when my phone rang. It was my girlfriend.
In floods of tears she told me that her granddad had had an accident and had been taken to hospital by ambulance.
I then legged it through the estate to my flat to find the wardrobe lay on its side in the middle of the main entrance.
With no blood I assumed to be a miner accident and went to my mams to change my details over the phone with the water board.
On the way back I decided to pop by a neighbour of the flat and ask if they had seen what happened. She said that two ambulances arrived and took a man away on the stretcher in a neck brace and a girl in hysterics took the car and trailer.
My girlfriend later told me that they were both taking the wardrobe down stairs (granddad at the bottom leading the way and she at top holding and guiding the wardrobe). However she was told that he had control and to let go in doing so she pulled her shoulder and he fell back on to the floor from the 5th or 6th step smashing his skull on a solid tiled floor.
In hindsight I seen a funeral precession leave the parlour in Blyth - where a girl on a bike mentioned it was her friends and she had missed it; and a director in a blacked out transit leaving an address on Princess Louise Road near the railway crossing!!!
He was taken to Wansbeck General Hospital by Ambulance and then transferred that evening to the Royal Victoria Infirmary where he was heavily sedated, scanned and placed in Intensive Therapy on a ventilator machine.
He had massive swelling and bleeding on the brain that would later require an operation to remove clots and brain tissue.
This did not help his brain tissue was destroyed.
His machine was switched off on Tuesday 1st March 2011 at 18:00.
He had massive swelling and bleeding on the brain that would later require an operation to remove clots and brain tissue.
This did not help his brain tissue was destroyed.
His machine was switched off on Tuesday 1st March 2011 at 18:00.
He died 22:45 Thursday 3rd March 2011 and I attended his funeral at 10:30 11 March 2011.
R.I.P
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