His loving nephews Karl, Craig and Sean 2nd October 2022

Uncle Robbie, Where can we start? You were our idol growing up. We looked up to you so much. You and Auntie Nessa were the mavericks ….. the globetrotters, always on adventures together. You spoilt us so much with gifts from every single place you’d visit – the latest trainers from America, bikes from France, Chocolate from Belgium. When we visited London – you’d take us to all these amazing places…..Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Madame Tussauds, Hever Castle, Thorpe Park, the list goes on...We were fascinated by your playfulness, your intelligence, your knowledge, your inquisitiveness, your memories of people and places, of distant relatives. Always encouraging us to try new things – from mergais sausages on the roof at The Crown, mango chutney with curry, to Pastis when we were old enough, you were a wine and food connoisseur and taught us how to appreciate nice things. You don't know if you don't try! We looked on at you with so much pride - this larger than life, gregarious uncle – who could hold a room fixated through your sheer charisma – wishing we could do accents like you, or tell a story like you did. You could make any person, of any nationality laugh on a whim. Just one of your sayings with that glint in your eye - could put everybody at ease. We loved how proud you were of your house in France and the hard work you and Nessa had put into it. A house built with love – and us like everybody else who visited – felt only warmth and hospitality within its walls. Now we grapple with our overwhelming sense of loss – of a man gone far too soon. A bright light went out as you passed away and took with it an incredible personality. You live on in our hearts and hopefully in our characters – as even if a tiny percentage of your character has rubbed off on us – the world is a better place. We had a wonderful uncle, One who never really grew old; His smile was made of sunshine, And his heart was solid gold; We had a wonderful uncle, One we’ll never forget Memories so full of happiness, On which the sun will never set.