Jul 22nd, 2013 by 'holic
A brief apology for not reporting on the match today. Everybody who wants to watch it will. Those seeking another view of what happened have lots of options out there.
I make no apology for publishing something very personal by own of our own, about one of our own.
In my pre-holic days it is no secret I was an avid follower of Arseblog, and the community that developed around that remarkable man, and his remarkable site, suffered when misfortune befell a fellow Arseblogger. Eventually one suffered the ultimate misfortune, and others have followed. All provoked the shedding of tears and the smiling at special memories of happier times.
I have arrived home this evening to hear of the sad passing of one of ours. Please forgive my insensitivity if I am wrongly acknowledging it as ‘our’ first. I say our because we have developed, on a much smaller scale obviously, the sort of community that grew around Arseblog. I don’t mind admitting, although I knew the situation was reaching a conclusion, that I am saddened by the confirmation, and I know you will be too.
After Terry shared his news with us last year Clive was one of those who contacted him direct, and what followed is recounted below in his own words. Thanks Clive for sharing this with us.
Little did I know back in November last year, when Terry requested several Gooners (myself included) contact him via email as he was going through a bad time health wise, where that simple request would take me.
Having sent Tel an email as requested, and getting a lengthy response detailing how seriously ill he was, I suggested maybe we could have a few chats on Skype if he wanted to.Terry’s response was, ‘ when can we start ‘ and so began an 8 month ‘virtual friendship’ that I will remember with great fondness for the rest of my days.
From our very first Skype video call, which like many, lasted for over 2hrs, until the last one at the end of our journey, it felt as though I had known Terry all my life. We talked about anything and everything, from his childhood growing up in London, his travels as a young man, the girls he loved and lost, to how he met his beautiful wife Taina, and how he came to finally put down his roots and raise a family in Jamaica, his spiritual home.
Most of all, as two lifelong Arsenal boys, albeit growing up a decade or so apart, we talked non-stop about our memories of growing up following the Arse. The time just seemed to fly by, and even though we both knew Terry’s illness was terminal, it was never allowed to cloud our conversations.
He really was a lovely man, who always had a wonderful smile that lit up the screen when we made contact. I also had the privilege of meeting his lovely wife and his 2 beautiful girls, Ria and Asha, who are both very musically minded, and gave me an impromptu performance of a couple of songs they were going to be performing at the High School concert over Christmas last year.
As his health deteriorated in the final couple of months, and our conversations became shorter and shorter, Terry told me he had made his peace, and was content to accept his fate. We shed more than a few tears as his prognosis dwindled down to weeks rather than months, and he told me how sad he was not to be able to see his girls grow up, and that he would never get to see his grandchildren.
As time became more precious, a very good friend gave Terry and his family the use of his Private Villa right near the beach in a little town called Bluefields, where Terry had lived and worked for many years, and felt most at peace.
I spoke to him for the final time on Saturday, just a few minutes basically, but I told him without any embarrassment that I loved him like a brother, and that I would never forget him, and would always recall with great fondness our chats together.
I also told Terry that his fellow Holics’ were thinking of him and that he was constantly in their thoughts. Taina told me that when I mentioned the Holics, even though he couldn’t speak, a big smile spread across his face.
Terry took his final breath late on Sunday afternoon, and his pain and suffering were finally at an end. A lifelong Gooner had reached journey’s end far too early, but we are safe in the knowledge that his spirit is now up above us, sharing a few yarns with Holic Dad and Sweeper Dad, and being welcomed into the Gooner Pantheon in the sky.
Vale Terry Adams Williams.
It was a pleasure knowing you my friend.
Thanks Clive. Could I ask you all tonight please to raise a glass to Terry, and to think a moment of Taina, Ria, and Asha.
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