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His Life

The Uncle

June 28, 2010

I will always remember Peter as the uncle who always had time for his friends, his family and his unique sense of DIY. Be it his artistic re design of anything that came near his pens or paints to the re manufactured dog bowls posing as the latest trend in lighting accessories that may still one day catch on. Fond memories that I will always treasure.
Rest in peace uncle Pete.

 

The Brother

June 28, 2010

As we lost our Mum when I was only 10 and even though you was 10 years older than me, you still had time for me, even getting a side car for your motor bike so I could go out with you and your rocker friends.
I dont think he was impressed when I was old enough to ride myself as I got a scooter, not that I was a mod or anything, that era was over by then. Still it did not stop him painting it as he's done all through my life to all of my cars. Whenever I had problems with my cars Pete was always there to fix them, but I was never sure as to how I would get them back. He had to paint or customise it somehow.
My cars were always a work of art under the bonnets.


Your loving Brother Malcolm.

The Grandfather

June 28, 2010

There are many things at i loved about my grandad, his kind nature, his amazing ability to fix everything but most of all i loved the way he makes me laugh. Everything from his own mumbling language to his carefree attitude. All the times that we had spent in hysterics laughing at the smallest things, which only he could make funny.

I still could never forget the time that we went to alton towers, me the young child wanting to go on all the big rides and making him come along with me. We decided to queue up for nemisis, one of the main attractions at alton towers. During the queue he was acting the big man, trying to tell me how it’s not that bad and he’ll be fine. No way. He took one step off the ride and his legs went, all jellified and wobbly barely able to talk.

We have had many special moments, all the moments that we would spend together were special. He would do things purly for my own amusment, however sometimes he would come off the worse for it. Like the time we were visiting wayne and natasha and took a trip to the zoo. We were sitting on the grass watching these priari dogs played near me. Grandad tried to tease it out of it’s hole by edging closing making that squeeking noise with the mouth, untill he was only a few inches away. It suddenly bit his finger and ran back down the hole and left me once more in hysterics.

Its the little things like this that set me off laughing. From his little witty one liners, to his drunken swagger he liked to put on for my own personal amusment, I loved everything about him. I wish i could pull out one or two things that i remember clearly, but there were so many things that it would be impossible to do so. I loved him more than anything in the world, he was more than i could ever have wished for, he taught me valuable life lessons, including some handy tips about D.I.Y. I will always remember him as a great man, and a great grandfather. I’m going to miss him dearly, but he will always stay in my thoughts,

i love you grandad, lorne.

 

The Father

June 28, 2010

My dad was a great man, a gentle kind man.  He was the best man I knew.  Throughout the whole of my life he never failed to provide for me, for us, for his family.  He worked all of his life to sustain and support us-he raised me, along with my brother and helped by my mother, in an extremely caring, close and loving home.

He was quite simply a very, very good dad.  He loved my mum and brother very much and absolutely doted on his grandchildren Caspar and Lorne – family was everything and we all meant the world to him – all of us.

My mum and brother have already attested to my dad’s D.I.Y. skills and my experiences in that respect are no different – I still have no hot water at home in my bathroom and just a few weeks ago watched myself coming close to getting an electric shock from the light switches that dad had fitted – however, I guess that’s nothing to what the cable man had to go through last week! Anyway, we’ll keep that to ourselves ay dad?

But for all his bodged or botched D.I.Y. his successes far outweigh his failures.  He was an excellent mechanic and I’ve watched as he’s built a motorbike up from bits and bobs-repaired them, welded them – it was like watching someone pull a rabbit from a hat at times.

My dad has always, always been there for me no matter what and there have been an awful lot of whats!! The world is a sadder, dimmer place for the passing of the light you carried Dad – I love you and I will always miss you. You will never ever be forgotten. So bye for now Dad – You rest well and you rest in Peace...

love always Warren.

 

The Father

June 28, 2010

My Dad was a placid, helpful fun loving guy with a huge dose of his unique brand of humour.
One of my earliest memories of Dad was the time i decided to take a swim in the middle of winter at stanborough lakes. I dont know who was more shocked? me because the water was freezing or Dad that he had just witnessed me leap from a bridge into an icy torrent of water, neverless his fatherly insinct kicked in and he dragged me from the water, wrapped me in his jacket and whisked me home at high speed to a hot bath.
Dad loved pottering about in his shed and could be found quite often making, dismantling, repairing and defacing things, like the time I aquired a signed Manchester United football, Dad proceded to grab one of his many pens and ink over the many signatures, when asked about it he said it makes them more visiable.
In later years Dad was a great inspiration to me and helped mould me to be a father to my own son Caspar. He passed on advice and took the time to talk to me whenever i needed help. He was my very  own personal D.I.Y consultant and helped in what ever way he could, only recently when he came to visit me he spent the afternoon fixing my leaking taps and as Mum can testify this was one of his few plumbing success stories.
Dad loved and thought the world of my Mum, my brother Warren, my wife Natasha and his grandsons Lorne & Caspar and was looking forward to spending a week later in the year with Caspar.
Not only have I lost a Dad but also my best mate. He will be always loved by myself, sorely missed and never ever forgotton.

Your loving son Wayne.

The Husband

June 28, 2010

I met my husband Pete when I was 16 years old and he was 19. As soon as we met we both knew that we would be together forever. Two years later we married.
Four years after our marriage we had our first son Wayne and three years later we had our second son Warren. We was overjoyed to have had two fine sons in our little family. They have both grown into two fine men and they have both given us the greatest gift of two gorgeous grandsons. The first, Lorne, who will be sixteen this year, was the apple of Pete's eye. They had a very special bond together. The second, Caspar, arrived 15 months ago. We can't see Caspar as much as we would like because he lives with his Dad Wayne and Mum Natasha in Northern Ireland, but we try to see all three of them as much as we can. Pete loved him to bits.  Only a few weeks ago Pete and I both spent 10 days with them and we both had the best time ever with Caspar.
Pete was a D.I.Y man. I remember when the boys were small, it had snowed, and they didn't have a sledge. So Pete decided to make one.   Instead of putting normal runners on it he put  an old pair of ski's on it and fitted a handbrush for a brake. We all went to Stanborough Lakes and headed to the sledge run, which is like a big bowl, normaly you would go down and stop halfway up the other side, slide back down and come to a rest at the bottom of the bowl and then walk back up the hill. Not this time...  Pete put the two boys on the back and he got on the front to control the custom fitted brake. Off they went, down the hill, along the bottom, up the other side, only it didn't stop halfway up, it kept going and going and going, it went up and went out of sight over the other hill. I was worried sick as to where they were. About an hour later I found them walking back with scratches on their faces. They had been going about 30 miles an hour and  the custom fitted hand brush brake that Pete had fitted broke off into his hand and he was unable to stop it. All three had ended up in hedges bordering the A1 about a half a mile away and Pete was worried that they would actually end up on the motorway.
But this was not the only time his D.I.Y exploits had gone wrong, like the time he turned his hand to a bit of  plumbing. He plumbed the dishwasher into the washing machine pipes which resulted in the kitchen being flooded. The repair man was called and he came out to fix the dishwasher, he wanted to know what cowboy plumber had installed the dishwasher.
Pete turned his hand to many things around the house, sometimes he did a really proffessional job, sometimes not, sometimes he finished, sometimes not....But he was my D.I.Y husband who would always try his best at whatever he was doing. He was the best husband anyone could have. I was very lucky to have a kind, generous, gentle and loving man who would take the time to help anyone whenever he could.
When we took our wedding vows it was till death do us part, our love would never stop there, it goes beyond that. Pete please be there to meet me so our love can go on. I don't know what I'm going to do without you, we have been together for 44 years and I loved you with all of my heart, which is now a broken heart; God rest until we meet again.
Your loving wife Sandra.