Stephen James Williams Born 18 May 1959 in Newbury, Berkshire. The eldest of 3 boys. I’m not going to say I know every detail of my dad’s childhood. I mainly know about his washing up job at the Little Chef, how he saved for his Teddy Boy suit and Maroon Suede shoes and about the car buried in the garden at the house in Chidham. The majority of this room are much more familiar with this time of his life. So I ask, that everyone in this room takes a moment to write a memory about Dad in my book to tell me the fondest memory you have of my father. Fast forward to 1986, with my arrival and a time I’m much more familiar with. I look back on photos of my childhood with fond memories. My red go-kart, sneaking downstairs late at night to watch tv from the staircase, caravan parks, my one trip abroad to Majorca of which I remember a horrendously late night coach transfer, trips for school shoes, my one and only fishing trip where I got the hook stuck in my hand in Littlehampton and originally somewhat suspicious, spending almost every weekend at my grandparents in Aldingbourne. My memories of my Nanny Sheila’s (present here today) home in Aldingbourne are some of the most vivid. It was a child’s playground, a huge garden where we’d play cricket, lawn boules, croquet and have a kick around with dad and grandpa. I also remember spending time in the butchers shop with dad, talking to me about the machinery and tools used, and what the various cuts of meat were. Sorry it didn’t sink it, IT is more my thing now. I remember thinking how similar my grandad and dad were, how smartly dressed they always were, especially at work. How proud they were as ex-military, now butchers and sharing a mutual appreciation for Grandpas secret blend of herbs and spices in his sausages. Looking back, we never witnessed hugs and kisses, or any real emotion. We were never that family, but nothing was stronger than the bond of a Williams. Through thick and thin they know when to come together to defend the family’s honour and provide support. Although on first glance it may seem that we were sent to my grandparents every weekend for some free childcare, but thinking back I think it was hugely to do with my dad wanting to spend more time with his. I felt the compelling need to do the same on more than one occasion. Throughout dad’s life I never witnessed an argument or a falling out between my parents. Not for one second did I see anything that showed his family any less than 100% pure admiration, dedication and somewhat infatuation with my amazing mum. Sometimes it was a little over the top, as they never really stopped being like teenage lovers. I may have found it embarrassing at the time, but now I completely understand it. You really are soul mates and will be forever. Personally there are a few things that remind people of my dad. My bad jokes, my dad bod, stubbornness, no-nonsense and willingness to help others. Some times I didn’t want that comparison, now it’s an honour. Dad, I can honestly say I have had an amazing 11,960 days with you, I will forever wish for another million. I hope I did you proud, I will continue to have the same love and admiration for Ellie as you did for Mum. You really have shown me how to treat the one I love. I will also look after Leo and Ava as you did with me and Rich. They will never forget you, you made such an impression on them both. Rest assured Rich and I, will continue to look after mum, just like you did for 41 years. I love you and I miss you. Chris

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