No matter whether the memories are happy , or sad ones.
I remember 14 May 1966, when my team were in an FA Cup final, because the night before I’d broken into Wembley stadium and sat in a Ladies toilet until a police dog sniffed me out.
And I remember 12 April 1961, when a primary school teacher told my class that Russian Yuri Gagarin walked from one room to another and the Russians broadcast the lie that he had become the first man in space. My list of unforgettable experiences goes on:
JFK was assassinated on 22 November 1963, Diana buried on 6 September 1997, and the most powerful in my life, September 11, 2001.
On that day I remember meeting my wife outside our home as she returned from a day’s work at the local junior school.
I don’t know why I’d been watching TV in the afternoon. Perhaps it was because of an email I received or an online news item, but I saw the most horrific scenes I’ve ever seen.
I phoned my New York friends, to be told their family had been at a family funeral, and that their son would otherwise have been at work near the twin towers.
Thank God he took a day off work.
His grandmother.s death saved his life.
But nearly 3,000 others were killed in this awful horrendous terrorist act.
This year I today a received a special letter, containing my brother’s death certificate, showing his cause of death in 1945 to be Diphtheria Gravis.
In the aftermath of World War Two several infectious diseases were eliminated in England.
My brother John was a victim of one, diphtheria, and the death certificate for me closed a chapter I have never known much about, thanks to medical advances and the birth of the NHS.
Thank you Bette Middler for your tribute to the heroes of 911.
We have conquered Measles, Diphtheria, Smallpox, TB and many other diseases, but mustn’t forget the most pervasive and infectious disease of them all, terrorism.
My brother’s death certificate gave me closure on one chapter of my life.
Let’s hope we witness the death of any terrorist threat sooner rather than later.