| Location | London |
| Age | 59 years |
| Cause of Death | Blood Clot |
| Date of Birth | 06/08/1945 |
| Date of Death | 25/08/2004 |
| Visitors | 356 since 03/10/2008 |
| Creator |
Malcolm Bowen, son of Alwyn and Doreen Bowen, brother of Roger Bowen,grew up in the small mining town of Blaenavon, South Wales. He made his family very proud when he won a scholarship to Cambidge to study French and German. There he met my mother, Ursula Bowen, and they went on to have me 5 years after they married. He worked as a lexicographer for a while, and his knowledge of the English language was superb.
My father went on to work as editor for several magazines, and was respected and admired for his patience and skill at teaching younger colleagues. His writing style made even the most boring subject accessible to all.
He was a private, quiet man, yet with an impish sense of humour and a low tolerance for idiots! As he grew older, unfortunately he developed a drinking problem which we could do nothing to help him with, although we tried so hard. The recession of '92 hit him hard, and there were many stumbling blocks in his career that made him disheartened.
I was closest to him the year before he died. By then he had mellowed a great deal and he was more like the father I remembered from my childhood. We spent a lot of time together. One of my best memories of that time was when he took me on a river boat trip on the Thames, and then for a meal. We talked a lot. I felt like I had my father back.. the one who had helped me with my homework, who had teased me and made me laugh.
He and my mother got divorced a year before he died, but they still remained good friends. I know that she misses him greatly, even their heated debates!
His mother and father are heartbroken at his death. At their time of life- in their 90s- it seems inconceivable to them that their son should have been taken from them at auch a young age and before them.
He has created a void in his passing. He always said he would rather die than be helpless in hospital, so the sudden nature of his death was in some ways exactly how he wanted to go. That is a small comfort, but we would still give anything to have him with us still.
SEE YOU OVER RAINBOW XXXXXX
THE TIME AS COME FOR ME TO CALL IT A DAY
I CAN ONLY HOPE AND ALSO PRAY
THAT YOU SEE YOUR LOVED ONES IN A SPECIAL PLACE
FORGIVE ME FOR LEAVING I WILL NEVER FOGET YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE
I CANNOT SAY GOODBYE BECAUSE YOU ARE IN MY HEART
I CARED AND LOVED YOU FROM THE VERY START
I DO BELIVE IN ANGELS SO I KNOW ONE DAY I WILL SEE
YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE SMILING BACK AT ME
SO FOR NOW ITS TIME TO LET YOU GO
I FEEL SO SAD I HAVE TO LET MY FEELING SHOW
THERE TOO MUCH HEARTBREAK AND SO MUCH PAIN
I KNOW THAT LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN
SO I SEAL THIS MESSAGE WITH A KISS
AND I WILL SEND ALL MY LOVE ALONG WITH THIS
copyright© Ros Roberts

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