News may have already reached you, but it is with considerable sadness that I must announce on here the death of my beloved husband Philip Goodier.
He had been ill for some time, having been diagnosed with a very unusual cancer in 2010. Treatment had held it at bay, and Phil was not one to moan - he preferred to get on with the building, and the painting, and the living of life.
This year he began to deteriorate a little, but more nuclear therapy seemed to help. But by Easter it was clear he was losing the battle. The last two weeks of his life were something no-one should have to experience. He died on the morning of Sunday, May 18th in the arms of his family, and we are relieved that he is at peace now.
There is outstanding work, which will be sorted in due course. In the meantime, all we have is memories, and the pieces of work he left behind here at home and in other homes and museums all over the world. He will never be forgotten.