3rd January 1930 - 6th March 2013
Stan Brogan, founder member of the Kano Society, died on 6th March 2013. The following is a letter written by his son
I am writing to let you know that Stan Brogan, my father, passed away on Wednesday 6th March 2013. He was 83 year old.
Even after retiring from the police in 1990, Stan didn't slow down much. He was involved in judo instruction until his 70s, only “retiring” from it on doctor's orders. He went into business and did professional self-defence instruction, acted as an expert witness in litigation, and continued to act as a Swahili interpreter. Not only that but he became a mediator for the Mid-Surrey Mediation Service. It was really only in his very late 70s that he began to reduce his commitments and have more time to himself.
In 2010, Stan had a sudden (quite literally overnight) deterioration in his health, and was admitted to East Surrey Hospital. He was frail and very confused. He was subjected to a number of tests, but no specific cause was found. His condition improved, but unfortunately, he was felt to be at risk if he returned to his home in Dorking due to both confusion and the risk of falling on the stairs.
When told of this, he said that he wanted to move up to Leeds, where I have lived with my (now) wife Julie since 2003. He moved into a care home just five minutes away from me. He was well looked after, but his dementia was slowly progressing. Sadly in May 2011, he suffered a stroke which robbed him of much of his speech. He was still able to talk, but much of it didn't make sense. This was especially cruel as you may remember Stan loved to chat and had many anecdotes, stories and jokes (of varying quality!) to tell. Fortunately, despite this he was happy enough – I feel that the dementia didn't let him realise how badly he'd deteriorated.
On Sunday 3rd March he was taken ill and was taken to hospital as a precaution. Unfortunately two nights later, he suffered a serious stroke and his condition deteriorated. He had difficulties breathing but seemed otherwise comfortable, and Julie and I spent most of the night with him. We only went home at about 6am when we were both exhausted. On Wednesday, as we were getting ready to return to the hospital, we received a phone call to say that he had just passed away at about 12:30.
Dad's funeral will be held at Rawden Crematorium, Leeds on Wednesday 27th March at 12:20. If you would like any further details, please get in touch. I am aware that many of his friends and colleagues are based in the south of the country and appreciate that the venue may make it difficult for them to attend the service. However, Dad and I had discussed his funeral some time ago, and this was in accordance with his wishes.
Later this year, my wife and I will make a trip up to Largs, Dad's home town in Scotland. Along with Dad's ashes, we will take the ashes of Dad's youngest brother Andy, who passed away about 2½ years ago. Their mother and father, and a number of their siblings are buried in two cemeteries there. We will scatter the ashes of both Stan and Andy on the graves of the rest of their family.
After a life spent in many different places, Stan (and his brother) will return home.
I would like to thank you for the friendship and kindness that you have shown my Dad over the years. I know that he was a sociable person and used to tell me all sorts of stories about what he (and others!) got up to. But don't worry, your secrets are safe with me! (Insert knowing wink here!)
I have sent this letter to everyone in my father's (rather substantial) filofax of contacts. As this hadn't been updated for some time there is a possibility that the address details may be incorrect. If this is the case, please accept my apologies, but let me know so that I can amend my records.
If you want to contact me, my details are at the top of this letter. Should you have the time, I would be delighted to hear of any anecdotes or snippets of information about dad.