Born 30th October 1935 in Minster in Sheppey, Kent to Herbert and Jennie Frost. Grew up and went to School and lived in Sheerness until he moved to Crawley in 1963 with his job at Mullards, which then became MEL/Phillips. Barry and my mum started going out before he moved to Crawley and used to take mum, my sister and me to all sorts of places and I have to thank him for my knowledge of birds that he passed on to me. His life changed on 12th April 1966 when we all moved to Crawley. He was good to us he had lots of funny ways but he did his best. He took us on lots of holidays to Cornwall, Devon, New Forest, Lake Disrict and Norfolk and every other weekend we travelled to Sheerness to visit our grand parents and family and he his mum and dad. I have him to thank for him supporting me to do two years at college to do a secretarial course.
My mum moved to Australia to be near my sister in 1985 and Barry had several visits to see her and my sister and it was during one of these holidays he had his heart attack, if it was not for my sister he wouldn’t have survived and it was then he realised that we did care about him and started saying we were his daughters. He had bypass surgery in Brighton in 2003, we nearly lost him then but he survived and later had another heart operation in 2005. He convalesed in Rustington Convalesent Home as Neil and I were living in Littlehampton and a couple of years later he moved to be nearer to us. He lived a good life and was very independent up until January 2016 when his breathlessness became a problem and was very dependent on us and we got a call one Friday night in March 2016 to come round and call an ambulance for him, as he didn’t have the strength to pick up the phone and was admitted to hospital and after two weeks in Worthing hospital Barry went to Rustington Hall and was quite ill to start and then began to feel better and had a pacemaker fitted in September 2016 and was back to being the old Barry and was adamant he was going home at end of September, which he did and then after 11 days at home he realised that he was not able to cope and I managed to get him back to Rustington Hall on 13th October 2016 and he basically decided that he didn’t want to be around any more he said quite a lot “whats the point” and gradually declined and the stubborn man that he was wouldn’t do anything he should be to help himself and finally got his wish on 27th March 2017.
The last thing he said he wanted to go and join mum and hold her hand and still watch over us.
