Gar - you were one of those people that I took for granted, someone that I knew would always be there for me no matter what, and that’s what makes this all so cruel. I’m counting my blessings that I was fortunate enough to have you in my life, from when I was a young boy and you kicked a football round in the garden with me, to this day when you were always there ready and willing to lend me advice on what to do next. I never really thought I believed in role models, but that’s exactly what you were; you took it upon yourself to guide me from a young age, whether it be in my love for Spurs, my choice of university or the early steps in my career. You were absolutely always there. I will mourn you and I will miss you more than words can say, but more than anything I will feel grateful and privileged that I ever had the chance to know you, let alone be your friend. You were, and always will be, my “wicked uncle”. I’ll do my best to do you proud, but I will never ever match the overwhelming pride you always had for Rhi, Gem and Rob. You really couldn’t have been prouder of them, and they will continue to thrive and flourish in your memory. And the love you had for Shirl, I’m just so lucky to have had you two looking out for me throughout life. I’m so so sorry for all the milestones you’ll miss, but I know you’ll be smiling down on us all with that big grin of yours. Thank you for everything, for always being there - you taught me how to be a good man, a positive influence in all walks of life and I owe you so much. Can’t wait to see you some day, save me a beer mate xx