RIP John Prestwich MBE 24-11-1938 - 27-02-2006

Breeze Cottage

In hospital for 16 years, the first 7 in an iron lung, then in 1971 John married Maggie and for the next 35 years and until he passed away in 2006, his home was Breeze Cottage.


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JOHN PRESTWICH MBE  24.11.1938 – 27.2.2006

John in the Royal Enclosure at Ascot, June 2003.

The following is a message from Maggie.

It is with great sorrow that I add this introduction to our website. Sadly, John’s life came to an end on February 27th 2006. At the time he was in St. Thomas’ Hospital, London and undergoing surgery but complications arose and he didn’t survive.
Further information can be found in ‘ Maggie’s Tribute’ in the section ‘Our Articles’.

As his life story has been so inspirational to so many people worldwide, I am retaining this website in the certainty that his life will continue to be an inspiration for many years to come.

John did indeed make a lasting impression on all who met him and this included the staff on the Lane-Fox Respiratory Unit at St. Thomas’ Hospital, London. As a result and entirely in his memory, the John Prestwich Memorial Garden has been created alongside the Unit. This garden is both bed and wheelchair accessible and provides an oasis for the patients and visitors.

‘A Remarkable and Inspirational Man’

The plaque in the garden says of John ‘A Remarkable and Inspirational Man’. (The Respiratory Unit and the Memorial Garden are situated on the south bank of the river Thames and overlook the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben).

Several years ago John made a request to Maggie that when he died he would like the following poem to be quoted. She therefore included it in the Order of Service at his Thanksgiving Service.

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 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.

Thank you all so much, Maggie Prestwich

John & Maggie


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