Peter Edward Elliott

Daddy was everything to me and still is. He was the best Father any girl could have, he taught me
everything i know. He was always there for me unconditionally, and got me out of so many scrapes.
He was full of charisma, a wonderfully handsome man, tall, dark and the epitome of a gentleman.
When he first started suffering strokes, i was sure as he had performed so many "miracles" for the
family before, that he had the power to make himself well. Of course he couldn't and i was
devastated when i realised he was slowly dying. He developed dementia and even during those 15
years, i still convinced myself he could get well again. He was admitted to a nursing home when his
dementia advanced and it was unsafe for him to remain at home with my Mother. She coped admirably
looking after him up until this point and remained devoted to him to the end. My Father always put
my Mother on a pedestal, he worshipped her and his three daughters. Daddy had a heart of gold, was
brilliantly clever and served in the Royal Air Force until he joined commercial airlines. He flew
many aircraft but latterly the Boeing 747 as Senior Captain. I was always immensely proud of my
Father and promised him when he became ill that i would do all i could to look after Mummy and their
affairs. I hope Daddy is comfortable in Heaven, he deserves his place there. We had his ashes
scattered over the airfield where he used to fly socially, in the aeroplane he used to part-own with
other pilots. My three children flew in the plane to scatter the ashes, it was one of the proudest
moments of my life. Daddy/Gramps worshipped my children and they worshipped him. He had the best
send-off, he would've loved it. When i look up at the sky wherever i am, i think of Daddy happily
flying with the angels. I will love him forever. Until we meet again Daddy, i love you, always.
Saira xxxx