At just over ninety years of age, on Monday morning the world lost:
- The greatest of great-grandfathers to Phoebe. I'm so glad they met.
- The best grandfather to myself and my brother Peter.
- The adopted grandfather to Liz, who lost her own many years ago.
- Beloved father to my mother Helen, and father-in-law to my father Neil.
- Husband to Helen's mother Marjorie, who as a couple were the most ideal Grandparents anyone could have ever asked for. I'm amazed how well she is holding up.
- A founding member of Bexley Golf Club, where he taught me a love of the game, and patiently attempted with little success to pass on even a quarter of his skill.
- A great billiards player, which has helped me win more pub pool than you can poke a cue at.
- A World-War Two Veteran, serving his country in a way so few do today.
- A more than capable multi-instrumentalist, able to play guitar, saxophone, clarinet and mouth organ by ear even with failing sight. These skills were passed to me, and now the instruments themselves follow as we often discussed.
- A gentleman in the true sense of the word - I have never met any that compare on this point. Until the last he would stand for you and make you comfortable, passing across food and drink he himself could no longer even see.
- A man capable of holding a coherent, articulate discussion with people 10% of his age, unlike many others of his generation.
- A man who's mind and soul outlived their mortal vessel. And they will continue to do so.
Funeral is 11am tomorrow, Friday 18th, at Rockdale.
It goes without saying that he will be sorely, sorely missed.
Born 12:02 on Saturday 7th August 2010, we now have a little son William. He was born in Campbelltown hospital (after Camden's maternity ward was closed after we had signed up there) with the assistance of the amazing midwifery staff there and primarily o
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