Absent Friends and Family

[Hollism]

My dad passed away last month and the funeral was on Friday. Pretty sure all the loved ones mentioned in this thread were in the VAR room yesterday.

 

Beautiful thread ❤️

[RumbleFox]

Lost my grandad a few years ago. Biggest man in the world. My hero. Wish he could have watched that yesterday. Luckily he managed to see us win the league. Miss you Grandad. X 

[spacemunky]

Not to derail things, but a short tale from opposite world:

 

My Dad passed away late 2011.

 

Notts had just won the league to get promoted back up to League One.

 

We beat Bouremouth and Sunderland in the FA Cup. Drew 1-1 with Manchester City, forcing a return leg where we were eliminated in the 4th round.

 

We then were invited to Turin to play Juventus for the opening of their brand new stadium. Lee Hughes scored a late equalizer for a 1-1 draw.

 

My Dad passed away not long after that.

 

Well played Dad, well played 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Crinklyfox]

My Mum and Dad were both City to the core.  The highlight of my Dad's football career was having a trial for City in the 1940s.  Growing up wherever we were there was always a radio tuned in to listen in on the progress of City matches.  My Mum died in 2003 and my Dad in 2007 but they would have been bursting with pride yesterday.

[smudgerfox]

 My dad died in 2002 - his enthusiasm for going to the matches dropped off in the Shipman era - “they’ll never win owt” he used to tell me - “they’d sell their own grandmother.” The Little/O’Neill years cheered him up quite a lot before he died.

 

His brother Cyril - got me going again, helping pay for my season ticket for many years. He could see the team getting better but died in the winter before the great escape got underway. I’ll never forget him struggling to his last match while seriously ill or me visiting him  at LRI after we lost to Man City and being told by his wife and sons he was inot responding to communication. I walked in and he looked up from his bed and said - “How did Kasper ( his favourite) play today? “

 

Legend! 

[murphy]

Great thread.

 

My Dad died in November 2014.  He took me to Filbert St from the age of five and had supported us for decades going back to the war.  I used to love hearing his stories about Arthur Rowley and Charlie Adam.

 

At the end, he was ready to go but I deeply regret that after watching years of mediocrity he just missed out on The Great Escape followed by the miracle and now that elusive FA Cup.

[katieakita]

Like so many on here Leicester City has been such a big part of my life and my love club came about from my Uncle though Mum and Dad also long gone secretly followed the club. Having to move to Gloucestershire as a young boy in the 70's was a lonely place to follow City and having 2 sons born in the 90's and bringing them up supporting City felt mean at times but definitely the right thing to do. Never ever thought we would come close to what we achieved under MON and now with the best owners in the world we are in dreamland. Now a Grandad and my son met his wife at the KP the old romantic so the club have featured heavily in my life. a Add to that being a good Uncle i ended up getting my Niece following the Foxes and she was one of those who helped give the guy CPR at the Seville game helps me think there is a reason for all of this and sure there are plenty of absent friends and family looking down on events and smiling

[SemperEadem]

These folk are who the cup was won for.

[maynefox]

For my brother who as a glory supporting Man Utd fan took the piss out of me supporting little old Leicester when growing up. Ever since he tragically lost his life in 2014, we've not done too badly as a club!

 

When I've had dark days, this club has kept me going. I'd like to think he has a helping hand in forging these elated memories and telling me he's still there, looking out for me x

 

(Shout out to the Grandma who passed away before Christmas and would always ask "how'arr the Citeh doing?")

[General Smuts]

My mam passed in 2013 and while she was ill she asked me to take her to a Leicester game but I never got the timing right and never managed to go with her. I've always felt tremendous guilt about that. 5 minutes after the Troy Deeney goal she sent me a photo of her making snow angels with the caption 'Remember me happy'. It simultaneously broke my heart and put the game into perspective. 

 

On September 24th last year my first child Jordan was born asleep. I only had 8 months with him wriggling and growing inside my fiancée. The way he was kicking away in there City would have had a star for years to come. 2020 was a howling shit storm of horror and I must admit not every tear that rolled down my cheeks yesterday were tears of joy.

 

I watched the game yesterday from home in front of the TV with photos of both on the table positioned to watch the game. I know they would both be watching me pacing and screaming in joy and terror willing every kick to go our way alongside me.

 

This ones for you both. We did it.