This site is dedicated to the memory of Roy Alcock.
Roy Alcock passed away on the 10 September 2007 aged 62 years after suffering from mesothelioma. His son Garry vowed to raise funds to help research into mesothelioma, in memory of his father.
True to his word, on the 22 August 2009, Garry took part in a 14,000 ft parachute jump at Cark Airfield in Cumbria, raising a fantastic £1400 for his Dad's Snowdrop Fund.
Donations made through the Roy Alcock Snowdrop Fund will benefit the work of the Mick Knighton Mesothelioma Research Fund (MKMRF).
True to his word, on the 22 August 2009, Garry took part in a 14,000 ft parachute jump at Cark Airfield in Cumbria, raising a fantastic £1400 for his Dad's Snowdrop Fund.
Donations made through the Roy Alcock Snowdrop Fund will benefit the work of the Mick Knighton Mesothelioma Research Fund (MKMRF).
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Thoughts
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was.
Thank you ever so much for setting up this Snowdrop Memorial Fund online tribute in loving memory of Roy Alcock.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
It has been designed to be a truly lasting tribute for perpetuity for future generations to see.
Sent by British Lung Foundation on 02/09/2014
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Roy Alcock.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by British Lung Foundation on 02/09/2014
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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