Dedicated to the memory of David Fox-Dossett

This site is a tribute to David Fox-Dossett, who was born on September 05, 1970. He is much loved and will always be remembered.

David Fox-Dossett

Funeral service is at Eastbourne Crematorium on Wednesday 26th September 2018 at 3:15 pm and afterwards at The View Hotel Eastbourne
Eastbourne Crematorium Hide Hollow Eastbourne BN23 8AE

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In memory of our AE hero...DFD No one will ever replace him, it doesn’t matter how hard they try. Sleep tight, and mind the bed bugs don’t bite. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Meryl
Sent by Meryl on 08/10/2018
My first memories of Dave was when he walked into A/E as a fresh faced staff nurse ( with hair!). He was enthusiastic, kind and far too cheeky for my liking. It soon became apparent however that Dave was the one you wanted in your team when the going got tough. I remember walking onto a very busy night shift after a serious multiple trauma. When the day staff eventually left I said to Dave " what are we going to do - How are we going to cope?". He gave me a big hug and said " Hev - it will be ok"... and you know it was... it always was. I remember one quiet night we spent debating and genderising all the equipment - Boy did we laugh. I moved on and didn't really see very much of Dave and Katy although I truly believe that the bonds formed in working together in that environment are deep and forever. I kept ahead of all their shananigans through my husband Dave and facebook,. What great life they had. We were devasted to hear his news last year - how unfair was that? I met Dave much more during the last year and we would talk forever - I was so inspired by his courage, matter of factness and above all his humour. We shall miss him and his cheeky face for sure - the world has lost a very special person for sure. I have know doubt you will already have made your mark up there and causing chaos . Dave please can you reserve a place for me when I get there to be in your team looking after all the human and animal souls? In the meantime. RIP - sleep and above all Behave! Love Dave and Heather Clarke
Sent by heather on 15/09/2018
When I saw the news of Dave's passing, I did a number of things, apart from cry of course. I went outside, drank Rum and smoked a cigar. I looked up to the night sky and raised my glass. The sky was made of stars and clouds which were gently raining, it was as if the Gods didn’t know whether to show their new star or gently weep. Another thing I did was to reach for a poem, If. A well know poem that now took on more significance. I read the last line and replaced the 3 letter word with 3 initials. As with everyone, I will miss Dave and can’t comprehend that he is gone. He was there at the beginning of my career and taught me more than nursing. An inspiration, a teacher, a mentor and a friend. Such a short time to be here and long time to be gone. Cheers If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Sent by Colin on 14/09/2018
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