Hi, my sister sent the below into the guardian which was published in the family section today, just really quite proud and a bit sad so thought I’d share
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You were definitely quirky. Maybe even a tad eccentric. It wouldn’t be at all unusual to come home to a landing decorated from floor to ceiling with hand-painted vines, a wall knocked down on a whim, or a meal fashioned out of the most unlikely combinations of whatever lay in the fridge.
You had a passion for erecting shelves and an obsession with labelling every belonging with its owner’s name. Even now, 12 years after your premature death, I often come across a DIY tool with MJW proudly soldered on to it. Christmases would be (and are) incomplete without your adventurous treasure hunts that would inevitably end with us searching the hedges and lampposts of neighbouring streets, in the dark. I very much regret not carrying out our threat to mastermind an equally intricate hunt for you, while we still could.
I didn’t appreciate your uniqueness while you were still with us but I certainly do now that you’re not. Fond, fond memories of a father who afforded us such a delicate brand of guided freedom and would have enriched the lives of his beautiful grandchildren.
Anonymous
