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RIP Shaky

RIP Shaky

Whilst its on my mind, I enjoyed the day with my fellow pne-online members, I am grateful for the opportunity of being in all of your lives.

Thank you Joan. You do contribute to my life, if only by being on this forum. And your grammar, spelling, punctuation etc are always a pleasure to read, but I'm sure you should of known that! ;-)

Thanks also to all who went to Ulverston, representing the wider community of pne-online. Lovely to read that it was a 'good' day.

1-0 tomorrow will do all of us tomorrow, especially now we don't have an ice-skater between the posts.
 
Under the circumstances it doesn't feel right to say that today was a good day, but well, it was.

To see first hand that so many people thought so much of Shaky to be singing his name in his local pub was something that I wouldn't have wanted to miss.

It was nice to catch up with a few friends today who I hadn't seen for ages, Shaky would've loved it and he also would've loved the fact that people are openly talking about their own problems on this thread.

God bless you Shakes, you won't be forgotten x

Gaz said the same when we got home. He's never really met the wider circle of my PNE mates and said it was a shame it was under sad circumstances.

But onwards and upwards. I like the idea of us all going to a hound trail later in tw year!
 
Gaz said the same when we got home. He's never really met the wider circle of my PNE mates and said it was a shame it was under sad circumstances.

But onwards and upwards. I like the idea of us all going to a hound trail later in tw year!

Yeah I'd be up for that.
 
Under the circumstances it doesn't feel right to say that today was a good day, but well, it was.

To see first hand that so many people thought so much of Shaky to be singing his name in his local pub was something that I wouldn't have wanted to miss.

It was nice to catch up with a few friends today who I hadn't seen for ages, Shaky would've loved it and he also would've loved the fact that people are openly talking about their own problems on this thread.

God bless you Shakes, you won't be forgotten x

Agree completely, it was a great day, a fitting tribute to a great man. It was good to catch up with those who went, not seen some for quite a while.
 
It was definatley a good day and a fitting celebration of his life, the only grim thing was the weather. I thought Becky was very brave and her readings where lovely as was Katie's speach in the pub (well done Bint 🙂). It was nice to see everyone and I think Shaky would have been more than proud at the send off he got.

Goodbye Shaky,
You will never be forgotten xx
 
Home now after 13 and a half hours of drinking topped off with a curry in his honour! Been an emotional day. I joined the Tosser ranks today by standing outside in the rain, in my bloody PNE shirt. Hope I didn't waffle too much on the speech.

Fantastic turn out for a much loved man. I can't put into words how much I'm gonna miss you.

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Took some nerve did that Katie and I think everyone appreciated you speaking on our behalf. 🙂

Like Danny says it was a good day in the circumstances and I'm sure had Shaky been able to share our "away trip" he would of enjoyed it too.

R.I.P Mate.
 
Under the circumstances it doesn't feel right to say that today was a good day, but well, it was.

To see first hand that so many people thought so much of Shaky to be singing his name in his local pub was something that I wouldn't have wanted to miss.

It was nice to catch up with a few friends today who I hadn't seen for ages, Shaky would've loved it and he also would've loved the fact that people are openly talking about their own problems on this thread.

God bless you Shakes, you won't be forgotten x

Couldn't "of" put it any better Danny with the biggest plus being that people are talking in a positive way about problems which are kept hidden from those nearest to them.

Well done Katie for delivering that lovely and funny tribute to Shaky, many would have struggled, also the PNE guys/girls who made the trip were a great credit to themselves and the club.

Shaky you will be sorely missed thanks for being part of my life, billymac x
 
It's certainly good that people are talking more about depression. If anybody needs more information or somebody to talk to, I can recommend the NHS mental health helpline, I know they do good work. The number is 0500 639000 (freephone) and the lines are open 7pm-11pm mon-fri. 12noon-12midnignt sat-sun. More info at www.lancs-mentalhealthhelpline.nhs.uk
 
Strange to say but it really was a great day yesterday. Thank you to all the PNE people who spent the day together sharing in the grief, yes, and the happiness.

Thanks shaky, you drove me mad at times but I was proud to call you my friend 😉
 
A few years ago I couldn't even have gone to Shaky's funeral today...suffered for years, since my late teens, early twenties, not as bad as some and even lost a friend aged 41 in the same way as Shaky through it last year. People put fronts on and hide things...I've had counselling, anti-depressants and I've turned a corner...hopefully I'll never go back there.

Think it's brilliant that people are opening up about it...thank you.

P.S. Chris, married life suits you, was really lovely to see you again today and meet a few new faces x

same here I am on the third round of anti depressants' I came off them too soon in the past. This time I am staying the distance, my family and friends can see the change and I can feel it too. I say my head is in a 'happy place'I can honestly say I cannot remember the last time I felt like this, and I am 50 this year. I feel so sad that Shaky couldn't find that 'happy place' if thats the correct way to describe it'🙁
 
Apologies for bumping this again, but people may want to read this:

http://www.nwemail.co.uk/news/ulver...ad-david-1.917160?referrerPath=news/ulverston

The funeral of 51-year-old dad-of-one, David Howson, was held at St Mary’s Catholic Church in Ulverston yesterday.

The popular bookmaker, hound trailer and Preston North End fan was found hanged at his home in Oxford Street, Ulverston, on Sunday January 8.

More than 200 people turned out in force yesterday morning to honour the well-known and much-loved member of their community.

Standing outside St Mary’s, Mr Howson’s fellow Preston supporters shed their coats in spite of the cold and rain, uncovering their club’s shirt from days past and present and forming a guard of honour for the die-hard fan’s coffin.

The casket was carried into the church by his fellow members of Ulverston Cocktail Club, recognisable by their sharp black suits and bow ties.

The service was opened by Mr Howson’s daughter, Becky, who delivered a brave and unfaltering reading from the prophet Isaiah 25: The Lord Will Destroy Death Forever.

The congregation then stood to sing The Lord is My Shepherd before the service, led by Canon Sheamus Flannery.

Mr Flannery said: “Death overwhelms us with a mixture of emotions that baffle the mind and break the heart.

“Feelings of guilt – how did we let this friend down? Could we have said or done something that prevented this tragedy?

“We have feelings of anger, feelings of despair, and feelings of denial – is this really happening or is it just a bad dream?

“Words are always inadequate in the face of death, and I feel that inadequacy this morning.”

Mr Flannery went on to tell the congregation about Mr Howson’s life, from his birth in Ulverston, where he attended Croftlands School, and later Ulverston High School, to his marriage to wife Jacqueline in 1990.

The couple moved to Preston following the birth of their daughter, and it was there that Mr Howson became a dedicated Preston fan, a passion underlined by the sheer number of white and navy shirts among the congregation.

In 2006 the family moved back to Ulverston, where Mr Howson was well-known for the fun and friendship he offered to those around him as well as his love of football, hound-dog racing and the hills and mountains of the Lake District.

After the speech there followed more prayers, before Ulverston Cocktail Club member Bill Kitson took to the podium to regale the congregation with tales of their friend’s life, sparking both laughter and tears in the pews.

Describing Mr Howson, he said: “He was, in character and in conviction, an honest man.

“We will speak later of his generosity, his humour and his knowledge.

“In the hills, he was an actor in God’s finest theatre.”

His voice breaking with emotion, Mr Kitson added: “Dave. You are, forever, a twinkling star in heaven.”
 
Thanks for digging that out Danny, nice piece of journalism that erases memory of their first piece reporting his death.
 
I’ve just read the report above and it’s an accurate reflection of the wonderful service. It’s also nice to see the eulogy from Katie again. WELL DONE BINT!

I’ve left it a couple of days before adding my bit, to give me a bit of time to reflect on a very emotional day. I should start by saying I’m a confirmed Atheist and my view has always been that when you die they stick you in a box and that’s it. Not that I’ve ever argued the fact with Shaky, I knew his views so there would be little point.

We all went through the full range of emotions on Friday - happiness and sadness, excitement and reflection, pride, even anger. And that was just the service. Yet my overriding memory of the day was the laughter. The stories his friends and family told. The time he was floored by a low flying toilet roll thrown by a Chelsea fan at a train station, or riding a moped round and round in circles as a youngster, because the throttle was stuck, the brakes didn’t work and he was waiting for it to run out of petrol.

In many ways it was almost the perfect away day, a day filled with alcohol, laughter, friends old and new, with the added bonus of not having to sit through 90 minutes of dross in the middle of it. As I said it was ALMOST the perfect away day, except there was one person missing. Or so I thought.

Yet, on reflection Shaky wasn’t really missing at all. He was there with us for breakfast in the Greyfriars, on the train to Ulverston, in the club before the service, in the rain outside the church, in every pew of the church, on the minibus to Barrow and of course there he was in the crematorium. We didn’t leave him there. He was with us on the bus back to Ulverston and in the hearts of every single person back at a packed Farmers Arms. Meanwhile, here on the forum, in workplaces, homes and pubs across the land he was in many people’s thoughts too. It seems the old bugger was right all along – the soul really does live on, especially when it’s a North End Soul.

The day continued in high spirits, on the trains back home, in the Old Vic (whose idea was the Sambucas?) and finally on to Naseeb for supper. By this time we were down to just the 5 of us and were the only people in the curry house. After a few poppadoms and another pint I was bursting for a pee so I went to the toilet and finally found myself alone, for the first time all day...

I’m sure most of you have heard the story Michael McIntyre tells of a widow at her husband’s funeral. He loved his cheese and onion crisps and when an empty packet of Quavers flutters by in the wind at his funeral, she exclaims “It’s him!” Well, as I stood there emptying my bladder, my eyes scanned the graffiti covered walls and there above my shoulder, shining out like a beacon was a “North End Soul” sticker. I swear I could hear that booming Shaky laugh...



Happy Birthday mate, God bless.
 
I’ve just read the report above and it’s an accurate reflection of the wonderful service. It’s also nice to see the eulogy from Katie again. WELL DONE BINT!

I’ve left it a couple of days before adding my bit, to give me a bit of time to reflect on a very emotional day. I should start by saying I’m a confirmed Atheist and my view has always been that when you die they stick you in a box and that’s it. Not that I’ve ever argued the fact with Shaky, I knew his views so there would be little point.

We all went through the full range of emotions on Friday - happiness and sadness, excitement and reflection, pride, even anger. And that was just the service. Yet my overriding memory of the day was the laughter. The stories his friends and family told. The time he was floored by a low flying toilet roll thrown by a Chelsea fan at a train station, or riding a moped round and round in circles as a youngster, because the throttle was stuck, the brakes didn’t work and he was waiting for it to run out of petrol.

In many ways it was almost the perfect away day, a day filled with alcohol, laughter, friends old and new, with the added bonus of not having to sit through 90 minutes of dross in the middle of it. As I said it was ALMOST the perfect away day, except there was one person missing. Or so I thought.

Yet, on reflection Shaky wasn’t really missing at all. He was there with us for breakfast in the Greyfriars, on the train to Ulverston, in the club before the service, in the rain outside the church, in every pew of the church, on the minibus to Barrow and of course there he was in the crematorium. We didn’t leave him there. He was with us on the bus back to Ulverston and in the hearts of every single person back at a packed Farmers Arms. Meanwhile, here on the forum, in workplaces, homes and pubs across the land he was in many people’s thoughts too. It seems the old bugger was right all along – the soul really does live on, especially when it’s a North End Soul.

The day continued in high spirits, on the trains back home, in the Old Vic (whose idea was the Sambucas?) and finally on to Naseeb for supper. By this time we were down to just the 5 of us and were the only people in the curry house. After a few poppadoms and another pint I was bursting for a pee so I went to the toilet and finally found myself alone, for the first time all day...

I’m sure most of you have heard the story Michael McIntyre tells of a widow at her husband’s funeral. He loved his cheese and onion crisps and when an empty packet of Quavers flutters by in the wind at his funeral, she exclaims “It’s him!” Well, as I stood there emptying my bladder, my eyes scanned the graffiti covered walls and there above my shoulder, shining out like a beacon was a “North End Soul” sticker. I swear I could hear that booming Shaky laugh...



Happy Birthday mate, God bless.

That is lovely Des. My beliefs are similar to Shaky's so I know he was around everyone last Friday. For that reason I say, happy birthday Shaky.
 
Bloody hell, now I am going to have to raise another pint to the sod. My four pint a week average is buggered.

On that note I have been told that alcohol contributes towards depression. So all you muppets that mocked and called me an alcoholic take note 🙂
 
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