Jonathan Francis Kidman (to some little sheriff), the champion arrived on the 11th of December 1984, weighing in at an impressive 9 pounds 4 ounces. We will be forever grateful that Dennis and Anne-Marie brought this spectacular human into the world. Jono had no idea what was coming his way when he was brought home to his two super excited sisters Louise and Nicole. They were ready and waiting to play with him and dress him up like a real life cabbage patch doll. For some, all that attention might have been too much but not for Jono, that might have actually been the early start of his journey as a social performer.

Not only was Jono very well loved by his parents and sisters he was also a bit of a favourite of Grandma and Fardy who opened their home and hearts to the new addition to the Kidman family.  Their place in Narrabundah became like a second home over the years, where all of us cousins would meet to bask in the unconditional love of grandparents and to compete in handstand competitions, which gave young Jono a chance to show off his skills to an appreciative audience. Whether it was a gymnastics showcase on the lawn or bringing out his moves on the dance floor, Jono would take any opportunity to practice some moves or facial expression and see if it pulled a laugh. He wouldn't stop until he pulled a laugh from someone, Renee and Leanne gave in too easy with a simple sideways glance and a slightly raised eyebrow.

Jono also turned out to be a bit of a star in the kitchen. He first started by enjoying everything that came out of Anne-Marie and Grandma's kitchen. Grandma noticed Jono’s love for cooking and fostered the passion, teaching him to cook all sorts of things including his favourite lemon and sugar pikelets. Jono always said it was alongside Grandma that he truly fell in love with cooking. He went on to refine his skills in the kitchen, winning awards and gaining the opportunity to work with the best in the business. Patience and kindness towards someone willing to learn is a strong trend in the Kidman family and Jono had that same gift.

Jono learned the importance of family from Denis and Anne-Marie and family trips away is what Jono really looked forward to. The Queen’s birthday long weekend houseboat trips where he could fish with Denis and Fardy all day. It wouldn't have mattered where they went as it was the company that Jono really enjoyed. This is a trend throughout Jonos story. Being drawn to be with people, laughing, chatting, joking, it didn't matter what the activity was as long as there was some interaction with others.

When he was home and really young Jono would follow Anne-Marie and Denis around wanting to learn as much as he could. He went to work with Denis it didn't matter what they were doing as again he enjoyed the company (it went both ways). Learning the benefits of hard work from both Anne-Marie and Denis stuck with Jono his whole life. While working hard, Denis made the environment enjoyable with his patience and kind nature. Jono took this life lesson and coupled it with his gift of being able to connect with people. He was able to make anyone who was with him feel at ease, particularly through his humor, he would make any situation more enjoyable than it would have been otherwise.

It's just one reason why the pain is so strong with Jono not being here, that love and laughter he brought into all of our lives was unbelievably powerful and it's deeply missed. I don't know if saying that out loud makes it sadder but it's just the truth.

The Raiders are also worse off as Jono was a passionate supporter. The family’s love of the Canberra Raiders is strong and Jono was quick to become a supporter, actually I don't know how that happened, he may have never have had any other choice.

With footy comes good old banter and Jono soaked this up at every event. Jono was keen to get his toes wet and play footy and he got his start with the Valley Dragons. The legend was thrown into the front row donning number 8 and his hard work along with his size was embraced by the team. Once the game was over, there was the ritual meat pie but Jono still had plenty of energy to crack jokes and laugh with the boys no matter the outcome. He was able to build strong relationships through making others laugh he created memories with people that they never forgot. You could see this from reading messages people sent to his Facebook page from school, work, footy even friends of friends who were lucky enough to spend time with him.

Jono was extremely well liked at school. Anne-Marie told me what teachers would write on his report card, “if only he just focused on his work as much as interacting with his classmates”. If Jono was given a marked on his social skills it would have be an easy A+.

After finishing year 10, Jono went on to start his apprenticeship at the Yamba Sports Club where he started to master his trade. Soon after, he then moved to Kutas at Erindale where he truly shone.

Jono loved the country from a really early age, coming down to the farm in Victoria swagging it under the stars, sitting around the campfire making everyone laugh with his infectious personality. He was in his element with the relaxed vibe of being on the land. He was involved in everything that was happening yabbying, collecting wood, rounding up cattle. The bush life was a draw for Jono and that draw just got stronger and stronger as time went on.

You know, looking back at what Jono did from 18 years onwards was pretty much live as though he was from the country, not a resident the suburbs Canberra. He bought himself a Ute, found the biggest bull bar available, fitted some overly large nightforce headlights along with a custom made meter long RMW logo sticker. Slap in cb radio with a 2m long bird waking aerial so he could drive around stirring with no issues of running out of reception.

He might not have lived in the country but for outsiders looking in you would have thought otherwise. It was as though he was manifesting the life he wanted. He evolved himself with all kinds of country events and loved every minute. Not from the country? no problems, I'll just manifest the life I want and follow that path until it leads me to my country wife.

That's exactly what happened. Jono met his country Cathcart girl in a classy establishment in Canberra called Mooseheads.

He managed to achieve exactly what he wanted in life from doing and pursuing what he wanted. Looking back at how that all happened is pretty amazing. He copped some stick along the way,  but it didn't matter he just gave it right back only better.

Jono and Calli both love the country and after falling madly in love with each other they moved back to Cathcart. Jono was in his element there and he got along great with the Inlaws John, Jenni, Marni and Scott. You guys would have witnessed him on his absolute best behavior. It's so special to see how he had the same unbelievably positive impact with you guys as he did with us. You really were the farm family he had always dreamed about.

On the 25 of November 2006, Jono and Calli committed to each other in the best possible way, a Cathcart Bush doof. I was reminded by Nicole, it is was a blistering hot day filled with high winds blowing through the tent. I can't remember any of that, it must of been because it didn't bother Jono and Calli one bit. That's the power of a loving energy it makes everything that's uncontrollable not matter as much. When you had those two newly married, Jonos amazing food and him on a pumping dance floor, nothing else mattered.

I was tossing up whether or not to tell this story but it's all Jono so I may as well.

We don't know exactly what happens when we go but if I was ever going to feel the presence of a loved one who has gone it would be Jono, who always was larger than life. So this is what happened…

The day after the news about Jono, Dad and I went for a fish. It was a sombre mood sitting in the boat. No one was catching anything in the bay and boats were following each other around hoping the other guy was on a good spot. Without knowing how I should reach out to Jono, I just sent my thought out there and said, “hey mate if your not doing anything how about you help me catch some fish?”

Dad dropped his line down and got a few bites and pulled up a keeper flathead. That's when I started getting some bites and pulled in a little flatty about the size of my hook. This started to become a trend, Dad would pull in a keeper snapper and mine would be tiny.  On about the third big fish Dad pulled in I couldn't help but smile.

As we were heading home, we headed past the spot where Jono and I went spearfishing as kids. I left him on a rock for nearly 2 hours while I chased a school of fish. The problem was I told him I'd be 5 minutes. That was the one time he was seriously annoyed at me, we laughed about it way, way down the track.  As we were driving towards the old 2hr rock I said to myself “hey remember when I left you stranded on that rock for nearly 2 hours! Now that was a stitch up”. A little after that I heard a noise behind me and my fishing rod had fell off the back of the boat. Dad stopped the boat and was pretty upset about it “you sure it fell off and it's not on the floor? You sure?” I said, “Yes, I'm sure it’s gone”. Again, I couldn't help but smile. Now this could well have been a series of random events but knowing Jono, I reckon if he had any opportunity to stitch me up from the spirit world he’d take that chance.

If there was one lesson I would hope to learn from Jono, it would be to give life all you’ve got. When reflecting on how Jono lived one thing became clear, he certainly left it all out on the field. Jono worked hard, excelling at his craft, came home played with his kids, took them to their various activities, coached their sport, found time to be active in his community and he also threw in some renovations here and there too, this man took every moment he had and squeezed every last drop out of each one. If life gave Jono lemons he would have make the best lemon chicken you’d ever taste. He loved freely, laughed easily and spread a bit of humour wherever he went. There was never any doubt that Jono was a very proud husband and father. He loved his family wholeheartedly and delighted in the achievements of his talented kids. No amount of time with the kind, larger than life character would have ever been enough. Jono had so much to offer this world and I know I am grateful that he didn’t hold back, that he took risks to set up a home for he and Calli on a piece of land where they could welcome Misten, Lorreli and Brynn, that he was willing to commute for work to stay there when others might have given up, but most of all I am grateful that he created the life that he had always wanted. Jono was and will continue to be a powerful inspiration in my life.

Love ya mate

Under 3 months ago, Jono stood in front of a crowd like this delivering the best man speech at my wedding. It's impossible to think at the time that I'd be in this position today. Whilst it's devastating, I find solitude in thinking about the man that he was, a loving husband, father, brother, son, friend, chef and to me, my best man. He was many things to many people, yet, as he would say, he always classily aced them all.

Jono and I become friends towards the end of high school. I still remember the final day of grade 10 we were joining others down at Pine Island. First, we rode back to my place where I got changed and ready for the swim. I had just got my first black turtle neck jumper which for some reason I was desperate to wear on a mid 30 degree day. I still recall walking out of my house and seeing Jono's face and asking me, 'what the F is that'?

Over the coming years, we managed to stay in contact as Jono went through his chef apprenticeship and onto our clubbing days, drinking Vodka and Cokes and pleading with our older sisters Louise, Nicole and Christine to come pick us up in the late hours of the morning. These were the days when hangovers didn't seem to have been invented. I had the privilege of being there when Jono and Calli first met, in between his sprinkler and fishing moves on the dancefloor at mooseheads.

The first time I came down to Bombala & Cathcart was for the engagement party. John and Jenni somehow orchestrated a catastrophic weather event and the towns were snowed in and most people couldn't make it. It was either the resilience of the town or everyone eyeing off John's beer stash that meant the show must have gone on. I had the honour of being the best man at the wedding and Jono and I managed to convince one another that it was best to do it on my birthday as we wouldn't forget the date!

Kids soon followed and Jono moved down here and me down to Melbourne. I was never worried about growing apart or falling out of contact. As I'm sure everyone will agree, things were always too easy with Jono. He loved being the centre of attention and scrambling to post something that he was proud of, the kids mainly and occasionally a rare raiders win.

Over the past fortnight I've reflected a lot on my wedding and Jono's presence. He really made the day, as many people have mentioned and I'm grateful god allowed us to spend that week together. He comfortably managed to drink more of my beer at place than Prath, Marco and I combined and made sure he only had the premium stuff.

Through our honeymoon, Jono would be the first one to like our posts on instagram and respond with a comment of his disgust around me not having a shirt on. Laura and I purposefully posted a few just like this just to check he was still doing well back here.

It's hard to believe that he isn't here. Just this week, he's still the first person that comes to mind when I needed to discuss a new raiders signing. Jono was eternally opportunistic about the raiders, mentioning to me every year for the past 14 around this time of the season, 'this is our year'. Hopefully in his next life, the raiders are able to complete an 80 minute performance and stay off house roofs and trampolines.

I'm thankful that he has passed on his humour to his kids. Last night after arriving from Melbourne Laura and I began to play 'Parents vs. Kids' board game with the kids. After explaining the rules to the two of us, Lorelli proceeded to ask me if I needed tissues for when I start crying over losing the game. I'm sure she got this from Jono as he never wanted to lose anything.

Calli, Mistin, Lorelli, Brynn, John, Jenni, Ann-Marie, Dennis & extended family, Laura and I will always support you. We will always do as Jono would have wished.

Jono, in writing this speech I felt like Bert Newton performing this is your life, the only problem is you are not here with me today. Your giant frame, white bald head and Cheshire cat grin will always be missed. You have left a mark on this world that is impossible to forget. You have marked spaces in our hearts bigger than our hearts allow. And as our hearts try to heal, we draw on your positive energy to support us through this time. The world is a better place, because of you.

Pat Sherman

I first met Jono when he started working as an apprentice chef under my supervision at Kutas Bistro in Canberra. The boss, Ben, said he remembers turning up for work and he saw Jono sitting on the front steps in a pair of old trackies, a t-shirt and near falling asleep. Ben thought to himself that this didn’t look too promising. But Jono blew him away in his interview and landed the job.

It didn’t take long for Jono to settle into our kitchen crew and we soon realised that he was a keeper. He displayed all the attributes you need in a good chef; speed, confidence, eagerness to learn, the ability to take on constructive criticism, a sense of taste, dedication to the craft and the ability to step up and take control in a stressful situation. 

Jono quickly established himself as one of our most relied upon staff members. We knew we could trust him to run the kitchen on our days off and that he would ensure the rest of the staff did their jobs effectively.

He was passionate about his food and honing his skills. Early on in his career Jono was a massive Jamie Oliver fan and dreamt of emulating him with his own cooking show one day.

Jono got on well with all the staff and made friends quickly. He was a loveable fella and enjoyed a laugh. He was able to bring everyone together and create a positive team environment and promoted high staff morale. He was able to lead and motivate staff and he proved to be a big strength in the kitchen. This is something that many of you would have known about Jono, as he was frequently posting on Facebook of how proud he was of his crew in the RSL. He was constantly boasting about how great his team was after a big night or another massive week. No one who knew or worked with Jono could fault his work ethic. His dedication to his trade and his passion for constantly trying to evolve and stay on top of new food trends.

In an industry renowned for apprentice drop outs he completed his trade. Chef burn out is common. We do long hours, there is stress, we sacrifice family time and work when we are unwell. It is in this challenging industry that Jono excelled. He persevered no matter how sick he was, how stressful it was or how short staffed he was. He continued to contribute to the industry by training new chefs and teaching others. He encouraged and developed new staff by motivating and sharing his passion for food. He hoped by doing this that talented young chefs and cooks would remain in the industry.

Jono and I formed a strong friendship very early on, despite my lack of interest in one of his favourite loves; the mighty Raiders. You all knew how tragic a fan he was and he followed them eagerly. Another love he had - and again I lacked interest in this one too - was country music. He was quite fond of it, so much so I think it may have been the reason for him gravitating towards wanting to be a country boy. As most young people do, they try new things and experiment when trying to find their identity. Jono found an interest and he decided to dive in headfirst.

He and a couple of his friends decided ‘country’ was the way to go. Jono purchased a ute and soon after came the extensive, and expensive, modifications. I remember taking him out to Queanbeyan to pick it up. He had just had an oversized, custom built bull bar fitted to it. It was huge. He must have been planning to go driving up north or somewhere that large buffalo frequently cross the roads. Pretty quickly he had the spot lights, the oversized aerial for the CB radio. And being a chef he needed to garnish the back window and tailgate with a few pub stickers. They needed a name to match the utes and bring the crew together for when they hit the B&S balls so they called themselves the BRINDY BOYS! 

I’m pretty confident - actually not so confident - that this is what drew Calli in. How could she resist that big, tall, confident, strapping Brindy Boy? Whatever it was that got them together, he was sold. Calli had him hook line and sinker, within a few weeks he was pretty much shacked up with her at her flat in Queanbeyan full time. I’m not too sure if Calli was a fan of the Brindy Boys persona. Jono did mention to me that Calli thought he was a bit of a show pony. He was so in love and he told me that he reckoned she was a keeper and that he had found ‘the one’.

Soon Calli was finishing up her schooling and heading back home to Cathcart.  She wasn’t staying in Canberra and put it to Jono that he was welcome to follow, if he wanted! He was all in, like with most things Jono did. He went for it. He was smitten. It was a big move, a big change, and I asked him point blank; mate where is Cathcart and is there any work there? He filled me in and said not much but I will do anything I can find. He was smitten.

When he left us to move to Cathcart for his new start we knew that it would be a struggle to find another Jono! Ben and I would often joke over the years that if we could just get another ‘Jono Kidman’ we would be right. He was the type of chef that could do the work of two or three good chefs. In an industry with such shortages he was a real attribute to the team.

It didn’t take long for Jono and Calli to get engaged and I couldn’t wait to drive to Cathcart for the big party. I’d heard so much about the Cathcart Hall. Unfortunately I was well under prepared. I had bedding, booze and blankets  but no snow chains. My little Ford Laser was no match for the snow and ice I encountered on my way to Cathcart for the party. I, along with many others that day, ended up on the side of the road awaiting help. When help arrived, by way of a police officer, I was told to turn around as the road ahead just kept getting worse and was about to be closed. So reluctantly, I travelled back to Canberra. And later heard all about how great the party had been.

Jono invited me into the new life that he had embraced. Our friendship didn’t end just because he’d moved to Cathcart. With our continued friendship came new opportunities for me as well. I was introduced to the Moreing family. Farmer John allowed me access to the property for camping and hunting and I was able to take my daughters on trips. There was always an activity that Jono had planned for us. We would ride in the back of the ute, explore the wool shed, “search for” and feed the camels. The Moreings’ are a wonderful family and have always been very hospitable every time we have visited over the years. It was easy to see why Jono spoke so highly of them all.

I was asked to be part of Jono and Calli’s bridal party and accepted straight away. Jono and Calli even entrusted me in being Brynn’s God Father, which is a great honour. Although finding the church that day was a challenge. Who knew Bombala had so many churches? Jono asked for my assistance a couple of times with the bistro on Bombala Cup Race Day and to help cook at a few of the Cathcart Hall celebrations. I feel privileged to have had the pleasure of working with Jono even after he left Canberra.

When I first saw the kitchen in the Hall and at the RSL I quickly realised how spoilt I was up in the big smoke. We had all the mod-cons and space a kitchen could want. But even without all the flash equipment, Jono was able to deliver fantastic quality food for large groups at the Hall and big numbers at the RSL. All out of his very modest kitchens. That was a true testament to his abilities as a great chef; he could cook and produce great food anywhere.

I have a lot of fond cooking memories with Jono; I’d like to share two of these memories with you.

The first was in the Cathcart Hall. We were preparing food for his wedding. Jono was in charge of everything, I was the assistant. I realised, the apprentice had become the boss. Somehow the mayonnaise we needed for the cocktail sauce we were about to prepare had been forgotten. We had to improvise. We needed aioli, no problem! But there was a small problem. We had no vegetable oil either. We raided the Hall pantry. We sourced some local eggs and we found a load of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. For the non-Chefs, this is not the oil of choice for aioli. We also had no-where near enough lemons. So we searched the Hall pantry again. We found lime cordial. I kid you not. Luckily we had enough tomato sauce and salt and pepper. We werepissing ourselves the whole time. By the end of it we had produced the most bitter, acrid, foul coloured and awful tasting cocktail sauce ever produced by fully qualified chefs. We couldn’t believe the disaster we had created. But we served it. And no one complained. Probably because of the amount of alcohol being consumed and good old country manners.

My second favourite cooking memory with Jono was the ritual of a “breakfast cook up”, before the clean-up at the Hall. Big party the night before, big clean-up and even bigger hangovers the morning after. But the barbies would be dragged out and we would cook up bacon and eggs for everyone. I have a great photo of us both completely and utterly hung over and responsible for the BBQs. We called ourselves Rusty & Dusty. I was Rusty, Jono was Dusty.

As a mate I couldn’t have asked for a better one.  Jono was a caring man who I could always turn to for advice. No subject was taboo, nor too big or too small. He was a big man with a lot of love to give. He was honest, up front, friendly, caring, compassionate, gentle and kind. He was the life of the party – his dance moves were second to none. They needed to be seen to be believed. His repertoire included ‘the sprinkler’, ‘the lawnmower’, ‘casting a line’ and ‘the caught fish’. His dance moves were infectious. You couldn’t help but be drawn to joining him busting a move on the dance floor. Clearly, Mistin, Lorelli and Brynn, you get your performance abilities and dance talent from your Dad.

He was a loving and devoted husband to Calli. A dedicated and adoring father to his three children, Mistin, Lorelli and Brynn. He loved you all very much and was so very, very proud of you. His support of all of your endeavours was unwavering.

In his eyes Calli, you are a super mum, a great wife and his best friend; he was smitten. Mistin, Lorelli & Brynn, your Dad would tell me all the time how thankful he was to be your old man. And you only had to be on social media for ten minutes and you would see a loving appreciation post for you all.

When defining loss, it’s losing a great man like Jono Kidman. Jono, you will be sorely missed by all who knew you. You leave behind friends and family who worshipped you. I will miss you and our constant piss-takes and nightly chats. Rest easy my friend.  I’m out. 

Brett Dean

Jono stormed into our lives larger than life and bristling with the confidence of youth about 14 years ago when he meet Calli at Mooseheads and declared “l’m going to marry that girl one day” and in due course he did. John and I, and I think Denis and Anne-Marie too had our doubts at first because they were very young. Not to mention the fact that Calli was John’s first born daughter and no one was having her. How wrong we were, they were truely meant for each other from the moment they meet and were soulmates from the beginning. Totally unfazed Jono soon won his soon to be father-in-law over as was his way. He had a way of winning over everyone he came into contact with in an instant, and so it was with everyone in our communities of Cathcart and Bombala where he threw himself wholeheartedly into everything he did. He was involved in just about every organisation there was to be involved in from the very beginning, particularly anything to do with his children, Knuckles, Loza and  Brian and his beloved Calli or as he called her his Chicken. Jono loved to give everyone nicknames and you knew you were right with him if he gave you one.

 Our entire family was so much the richer for him and his family being part of it. Jono was truely John’s and my son even though we did not give birth to him and we deeply thank Denis and Anne-Marie for sharing him with us over this time. We are beyond proud of the wonderfully close, supportive relationship all of our children Calli, Jono, Scott, Marni and Dillon developed with each other and continue to have. They have always been there for each other and I know Jono valued that above everything. His last Messenger conversation with me was about just that. How proud he was of the girls working so hard to support Scott.

Jono was passionate about absolutely everything. He love his work and being a chef at Woolleys (even though he told us at least once a month he was going to quit and get a ‘normal’ job, particularly during footy season, but we knew he never would) He loved the fact that he had been able to mentor so many of Bombala’s youth in the hospitality business. Whatever any of the family was involved in he was there ‘boots and all’, from the Australia Day Celebrations to the renovations of the Hall at Cathcart and everything in between. Jono was instrumental in the design and building of the new kitchen at the hall and it will stand as a testament to him into the future. He will always hold a special place in the hearts of every member of our small tight-knit community.

Although Jono dearly loved to get back to the big smoke of Canberra to spend time with his beloved family there and go to see his other passion, the Raiders play (for he was a Faiders tragic)  Cathcart was his home and he loved it and being part of it’s community with a passion. Living here truely satisfied the love of the bush and country life he had always had. The pride he took in lovingly renovating his home with his father was a joy to behold and further demonstrated his love of the place he had chosen to call home and of his family. Of particular pride was the addition of deck, or as he lovingly referred to it as the dick, where he would sit for hours with his family and friends having a beer or three and talking mostly B-S with a fair sprinkling of good sense thrown in for good measure.

Above all he was passionately supportive and proud of anything Calli and the kids did. Calli was president of the Bombala Public School P&C and secretary of the Netball club so he worked in many ways, tirelessly to support these organisations, often unnoticed and unsung. He and Calli were truely a team. Jono always joked that you don’t ever cross the Moreing women separately or together, particularly Calli, and was openly proud of what could be achieved by that fierce determination. He will Rest In Peace safe in the knowledge that his girls have inherited their mother’s unwavering sense of justice and preparedness to always fight for it and Mistin, Lorelli and Brynn all inherited his charm in good measure, as well as both their strong sense of community and commitment to caring for others no matter the cost to themselves. He will be looking down and cheering loudly every time someone is foolhardy enough to try taking Calli on, backing her all the way. (So be warned.)

Jono was unashamedly the proudest husband and dad on earth and never failed to take to another of his passions Facebook and Instagram with a photo or two or even more and a well crafted witty spiel to boast about the many achievements of his family. From their dance achievements, particularly Mistin’s in Showgroup and her amazing performance as Wilbur, one of the leads, in the school play, through their sporting endeavours to their achievements at school. He was always most proud of the fact that they are true kind, caring excellent citizens and leaders in their school and wider community. He derived enormous pleasure from Brynn and Lorelli’s footy exploits and achievements. I think he secretly hoped that he would become the dad of a Raider one day. You never know Jono.

He was a true and loyal friend and he genuinely appreciated everything anyone did for him and his family and always let them know. John, Jenni, Calli, Scott, Marni, Dillon, Mistin, Lorelli and Brynn were lucky enough to have him as a friend, son, husband, father and brother. We will all miss him beyond words, especially Calli, Mistin, Lorelli and Brynn.

Finally the whole family has been overwhelmed by the support and love we have received during this devastating time. It has been a great comfort to us to know that Jono touched so many people and was held in such high regard. We truly appreciate this love and support and feel honoured and privileged to live in this wonderful community. We know that Mistin, Lorelli and Brynn will truely be in safe hands growing up here, as they are definitely children of a community and it takes a community to raise a child.

Jenni Moreing

Jono, it’s hard to find the words to express how much I love you and will miss you, you have given me three beautiful children who love and adore you and we know that you will be looking down and cheering them on in all that they will achieve. You were an amazing, dedicated and passionate Dad and Husband, we will miss you every day and you will never be forgotten.

Love always your Chicken

You were the best dad ever and the best chef of all time. Although you did love your Facebook you always made time for us kids, you played with us encouraged us and most of all you loved us

Love Mistin

Dad was a kind and caring person, he was humourous and silly he always tried his best in all places of the world. He was the best Dad in the world.

Love Lorelli

Dad was an amazing Chef and always made the best dinner and breakfast ever. He always took videos of me when I played football.

Love Brynn