Dedicated to the memory of Russell Meagher
In loving memory of Russell Meagher – 16 July 1956.
Russell was an amazing person loved by so many. His struggle ended on 8 August 2020. Throughout his illness he never gave up hope and stayed positive because that is the kind of person he was.
A loving, generous and larger than life character, Russell will always be remembered and missed so much by his wife, Teresa, family and so many friends.
Russell was an amazing person loved by so many. His struggle ended on 8 August 2020. Throughout his illness he never gave up hope and stayed positive because that is the kind of person he was.
A loving, generous and larger than life character, Russell will always be remembered and missed so much by his wife, Teresa, family and so many friends.
Recent Donations
3 years ago
Teresa Meagher
Russell, The love of my life, I will love and miss you always, lets hope these donations will help research find treatment for others which was not available to you ,Rest in peace my love xx
£1000.00
3 years ago
Gary Slawson
Russ it was an absolute pleasure to know you, RIP.
£200.00 (+ £50.00 Gift Aid)
3 years ago
The salon girls, Ann Shelly and Emma (and husbands)
Dearest Russell, You guided us when we were young (mainly with decent beer games and alcohol stamina), reminded us when we couldn’t remember (mainly due to beer games and lack of alcohol stamina), and always made the party a party!! So many stories... ‘just use Teresa’s flannel’ is still the fave!!
£50.00 (+ £12.50 Gift Aid)
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Sent by Brain Research UK on 17/08/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland