About Atholl
Welcome to this website dedicated to the memory of Atholl. Please let us remember all the reasons why Atholl was a beautiful boy and allow him to be at peace
Often we can run short of thoughts to express. Words don’t always have to be said for people to know you are thinking of them and care for them. We will do our best to find the right words and focus on everything that was special about Atholl; his enquiring mind, his caring heart, his love for his family. Everyone is broken-hearted by Atholl’s accidental death especially given that he had his sights on new horizons. Yes, there was a spontaneity to Atholl, he saw life differently, he had an unorthodox dress sense – but as Fiona, Pam, his mum and dad and many others will tell you, he could be a pleasure to be with, he made you think and often took his thinking to a higher level than most of us. He was a good hearted lad, a great conversationalist, hyper focussed, sometimes misunderstood, a bit left field, thought deeply and felt deeply –. The only blessing is that he’s at peace with his granddad and gran Helen and that no-one can harm him anymore. I hope they are off squirrel hunting spotting and are in some caravan like the one often visited in Blair Atholl.
That is why it is still the wish of Lorna and Paul to still use this website to remember Atholl with a smile. Whether it’s a smile for how Lorna could never put Atholl’s trousers into the washing machine as a boy without emptying his pockets of twigs, insects and shiny stones and a variety of unmentionables! Or a smile for how he once told his granddad Tom, again he was maybe 4 years old, how to get out of the woods if he was lost. All he had to do was to look for moss on the trees and he would know that was north! We still want to have a smile for Atholl being Atholl and even for his subversive ways and I am sure he would chuckle at the thought that at his funeral we replaced the word “England” in that famous hymn “Jerusalem” with the word Scotland.
Neil Dorward neiljdorward@gmail.com