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My father, Alan Ruddock

Daniel Ruddock


Ten years after his dad's sudden and untimely death on a cricket pitch, Daniel Ruddock remembers a wonderful parent and an exceptional Sunday Independent journalist

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FAMILY MAN: Alan Ruddock at Pembroke Cricket Ground with his father John and son Matthew, both seated

FAMILY MAN: Alan Ruddock at Pembroke Cricket Ground with his father John and son Matthew, both seated

FAMILY MAN: Alan Ruddock at Pembroke Cricket Ground with his father John and son Matthew, both seated

For him, it was probably a pretty decent way to go. He'd just hacked a four with a trademark swipe into the legside, the sun was shining, and he was playing cricket on the same team as all three of his boys. A moment later, he toppled to the ground and was gone.

I was umpiring down the other end, and what started as a stifled laugh at my dad falling over, quickly turned into a panicked run to his side. We were in the hills at Rathdrum in Wicklow, and despite the best efforts of some of the other players, when the ambulance eventually turned up, he was pronounced dead at the scene.

Myself, Matthew and Cameron were there, which we are all thankful for in some way - mum wasn't. The most heartbreaking thing about that day, looking back, is thinking about the call she got from a family friend.