| Location | Eltham |
| Age | 44 years |
| Cause of Death | Heart Attack |
| Date of Birth | 16/08/1958 |
| Date of Death | 29/12/2002 |
| Visitors | 389 since 08/01/2008 |
| Creator |
Stephen Pryor
Died 29th December 2002
Aged 44
Lived in New Eltham, London.
Leaves Gloria, Alex, Laura, Jessica, Roman and Caitlin.
Dear Dad,
Miss you every day.
You are missed greatly by your three grand children, Jessica, Roman and Caitlin.
They know who you are by the photos of you that are on display on Nanny Gloria's Mantlepiece.
Alex X
25TH JUNE 2009
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When Alex asked for me to add a few words about Steve, I really racked my brains about what to write; an epitaph; an eulogy...somehow, I just felt that, for me, a poem - or prayer wouldn't be quite right. I shall tell you why... on Christmas eve, as on other days, I heard Chris Rhea on the Radio and I thought of Steve. I eat cold roast beef and I think of Steve ( when Steve and Gloria came to stay in Haslemere, he sat with Saul at midnight, eating cold roast beef and home made chips and pickled onions...washed down with a Voddie!!!) The way he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed at the ankle (baccie at his side) and rubbed them together....they went - shhh...sshh...shhh. God, that was annoying!!! Or how he ate his dinner so precisely, with a small spoon for his pudding...they say little things mean a lot, but in this case they mean so much more. Alive in our minds. Alive in our hearts. To a real Gentle Man. I am proud to have known him.
Kaye xxx
The Soldier
Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
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