In one of the families dusty vaults sits a photograph of a four year old Roger. Curly blonde hair with the looks of angel in a one piece knitted swim suit complete with bib and braces, posing, arms outstretched against a rock. The picture was taken on our first family holiday in 1948. The picture was always referred to as “The Skeleton.” He was an adorable frail little lad that appealed to the mothering instincts all around. A comment from his aunty Hilda, “Oh Rene, you will have to take care of him!” Over the years despite a number of unexpected health scares he grew strong. Never obese, a wiry lean man with a penchant for helping others. He is loved, and he will be missed. I will always remember that little fellow, my brother Roger. Sleep quietly in peace. Tony and Sheila

My Uncle Roger - one of my favourite people. Forever thinking outside the box to find solutions and never problems (not ones couldn't solve anyway). Drinking endless cups of tea, a toothless kiss on the cheek and great cuddles. Always in forward motion. Rest now and thanks for everything - Your Little Renegade x

roger i miss you so much you were one of the best a great friend may you rip and god bless you from mick and kay staunton

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Roger. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.