To My Uncle Cyril,
From the very beginning you were more than just an Uncle to me. Through years you have been a pillar of support and helping hand to all of us at some point. I spent so much time with you and Auntie B growing up, you would take me on your caravan adventures, you tried in vain and failed to teach my about gardening and keeping plants alive (I still can’t keep a plant alive) we’d go on adventures to the woods to collect moss for your plants, you bought me my first bike and was patient enough to teach me to ride it. You helped me with driving lessons and funded all 3 of my driving tests! You were never cross when I failed and told me to get straight on and book the next one as my time would come. You took days off work to take me to hospital appointments when I was a child and you would let me take over your car stereo on the way home. We sang along to George Formby, leaning on a lamppost and you shared your love of status quo! and you’d let me sit in the front! You used to take me for a pub lunch in school holidays and you’d laugh when I’d order scampi chips and beans every time. I remember you and Grandad getting stuck on the flume at Bourne swimming pool and crashing into each other… You always had time for me and you and Auntie B were a safe haven for me. You loved my girls so much and took so much interest in their life and their netball. You always wanted to know how well they were doing. The last few years have been tough and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t see you one last time. I will forever be grateful that I had you in my life and for all the time we spent together. You will always have a place in my heart. Sleep tight Uncle Cyril ✨
Loved and remembered always
Gemma xx
Gemma
9th March 2025
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Cyril.
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Sent by Price & Son Independent Family Funeral Director on 05/03/2025
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland