RIP Wicked Willie
Apologies for the silence. It’s in memory of my father, William Francis Wilson, who died suddenly at the age of 65 on the 19th of May 2009. He was a brilliant man, a pioneer in the field of plastic surgery back in the days when silicone was something you used to mend windows and botulism (aka botox) was something found only in a biohazard lab. Where surgeons are criticised for being too detached, dad was adored by his patients. He lived an extraordinary life, surrounded by extraordinary people. I could tell you some of the names, but then I would be compelled to kill you. But he was also an endearingly wacky bloke with a passion for Hilaire Belloc and Gilbert and Sullivan, fashioning frames out of driftwood and weathered fence strainers, and known to adhere George Bass memorial 50 cent pieces to anything that stood still down at the farm for more than thirty seconds or so. He was brilliant, generous to a fault to the people closest to his heart, irreverent, funny and an old-school raconteur who never let the truth get in the way of a good story. He was a great man. His loss is felt deeply by many.
I love him, and always will. Deeply. I will miss him every day.
3 Responses to “RIP Wicked Willie”
He was such a dag !
However he was.
And , though he was—-
socialy wow !
( you can do what you want with him ) kind of guy
I know that he loved you girls
How do I know this ?
he told me
And you do him credit.
It was’nt easy
We were both saddened to read of the death of our old school “chum”. In my
case it was Wonthaggi Tech/High and in my husband’s, Uni.High. Belated
condolences to all the family from Terry and Sally Speed.
Dear Terry and Sally,
Thank you so much for your kind thoughts. It’s a very difficult time for us, and it’s very comforting to hear from people who cared about Dad. Vic, Phoebe and I are missing him terribly.