I loved my eldest brother Bill very much. Bill was seven and a half years older than me, so as a child we weren’t very close. Having said that, I have very happy memories of playing with Bill and Robert, our other brother with our neighbours three children on the grassy circle in the cul de sac where we grew up in Solihull. We played rounders and cricket as well as other ball games. Our parents often took us on picnics into the Cotswolds and we enjoyed wonderful holidays in Cornwall and on Anglesey. We had a wonderful carefree childhood thanks to our loving and caring parents. When our own families were growing up, we’d spend part of the Summer holidays together. It was always fun and the cousins had a great time playing together. Happy memories! In more recent years, Bill and I managed to spend more time together. We both really enjoyed meeting up in London, having lunch and then going to an art gallery to see some of the beautiful exhibitions. We always finished up having tea and cake in the members cafe. Such a treat! We were both very fond of art and I learnt a lot from Bill with his vast and widespread knowledge. We met up in Reading and enjoyed walks along the river Thames and through the Nature Reserve. Every time we met up, we just slotted back into a happy, relaxed way of being together, enjoying our caring, sibling relationship. Bill was a quiet, caring and gentle man; always ready to listen and give his brotherly support when possible. I will miss my big brother. With love, Caroline xxx

I loved my dad so very much and feel ashamed of myself for being estranged from him for so long. We had a difficult relationship, but I had always admired him and wanted to know him better. I hope and pray he knew how much I loved him... My happiest memories are from childhood sports with dad and Dom. We all fought to win as much as possible, but it was a special time, a bond we formed. Dad introduced me to great art, books and films. His knowledge of Van Gogh, William Morris, Carl Jung et al was prodigious. I remember listening in awe. I foolishly and wrongly blamed him for a lot of things. Now I am so much older and, through my own experiences, I realise he did the best he could. I wish I had opened my eyes to that fact sooner. He was my first hero. I love you, dad. Dan xxxxx