My mate lost his parents in the Tenerife air disaster on the 25th April 1980, I was with him when he was informed his parents had died in the crash. Devastating would be an understatement, he was a 21 year old happy go lucky brilliant friend to many, just started a new career, had a lovely girlfriend and had his whole life in front of him.
He started drinking heavily, gave up his job, lost his gf and most of his mates, he became a recluse.
He was left a small fortune, his Dad was a Company Director, but he lost everything, only child, house, death benefit, investments and savings, he blew the lot. He’s 63 now, on his own, no family and will not make contact with anyone.
I know it’s the younger generation who used to think it was ok to call those who lost their lives “Munichs” and make physical gestures but thankfully its a thing of the past and I for one will raise a glass to those mostly young men who perished in that disaster.
He started drinking heavily, gave up his job, lost his gf and most of his mates, he became a recluse.
He was left a small fortune, his Dad was a Company Director, but he lost everything, only child, house, death benefit, investments and savings, he blew the lot. He’s 63 now, on his own, no family and will not make contact with anyone.
I know it’s the younger generation who used to think it was ok to call those who lost their lives “Munichs” and make physical gestures but thankfully its a thing of the past and I for one will raise a glass to those mostly young men who perished in that disaster.