When I was told that Gwilym had passed away, it was the first time I’d felt truly lonely here in Cornwall. I was suddenly hundreds of miles away from my band family and gutted not to be able to return to North Wales for the funeral or for the band gathering in his honour.
Mum saw Gwilym at the Eisteddfod just a few weeks ago and he was asking after me, saying he looked forward to me coming back. Thinking about that and knowing I won’t see him again…it breaks my heart. As they say, in these sorts of situations: ‘Words fail’. But as a writer, I must try.
Gwilym was my right-hand man for the six years of my conducting experience. He had already been involved with the band for many years and was the loveliest and most supportive man. When I started out, he was a little on edge, ready to pick up the pieces if necessary!
Gwilym worked hard for Band Porthaethwy, as well as the wider Continue reading