Sid Ward (24 Jan 1976 - 15 Apr 2022)

Gutted I’ve only seen this and had no clue of the funeral, I often think of Sid and he’ll always be one of the funniest if not The funniest people I’ve known.

I can’t believe I have stumbled on this news on what would have just about been your birthday. I didn’t really speak to your much at school which seems so long ago, but I recall vividly your kindness in sponsoring me via social media, your great generosity and your kindness when you reached out to check on me when I was facing a challenging time in my life. Sometimes I would look at your Twitter page and your humour was top draw and would lighten the darkest of days. Any one whose lives you touch, in any way large all small I believe would feel honoured, it was an absolute privilege. Rest easy Sid.

Sid, I've made this up to £1000 because I know that is what you would have done, guess this is my last gift to you. So until we meet again God bless, thank you for being my son and rest in peace xxxxxxxx

Such a sad loss, Sid was a lovely, lively lad. He had a gift of being able to make people laugh. A rare quality. I knew him as a young boy full of mischief and as a young man full of energy and dreams for the future. He will be greatly missed by many.

One of the only times I got into trouble at high school was because of the poster you done about beryl the dinner lady selling drugs. She was proper livid and threatened she was going to resign as a result of
the poster. In fairness you did bin the said poster, which I then retrieved and put up.
We had loads of proper laughs over the years
Unfortunately I am now not able to attend today, but will be there in spirit, but will raise a glass of port to you when I get home tonight.
Rest peacefully mate.

I will always have many fond memories of Sid. In all of them I was laughing.

Well mate, we truly miss you in Worstead. The BBQ's, discussions about world affairs and your great 'complaint letters'.
We will raise a glass or two thinking about all your antics as we say farewell. You lived life to the full and Nessy, Lily
and Evie are such a reflection of your 'spark'.

LOVE FROM LORRAINE AND PAUL

RIP Sid, I'll never forgot our school days and the fishing down at burrows

I have been checking this post daily and have found comfort in reading the stories about Sid so I thought I would share one of my own. One of the first memories I have of Sid was when we were around 9 or 10 years old I think. I had just got a new bike and it was the weekend. Sid asked to have a go and I was reluctant to let him as it was brand new. He then took me by the scuff of the neck and pulled his arm back with a clenched fist and said ‘let me have a go’. I said ‘no’, thinking he would let go and that would be the end of the matter. Well it wasn’t….he punched me on the nose, took my bike and left me with a nose bleed!!! From that day on the rest is history, we were mates for life. We didn’t see each other much over the last few years as life got in the way. We had many, many good times growing up from kids to boys, to men, to men with wives and men with wives and kids. It was clear that Ness and his kids were his world. I always knew he was there if I ever needed him. With Sid it would just be one word, that’s all that would be needed. We enjoyed many many nights out together growing up and the thing with Sid was that he could and would always turn a mediocre night out to a memorable night out. They certainly broke the mould when they made him. An awesome fella sorely missed. See you on the other side pal…….

Such a lovely, funny guy. You'll always be Syd (spelt your name wrong on your chocolate lolly at our wedding) and spent ages thinking you were Sydney ;) Taken far far too soon. Though we can't be there Friday, we will be raising a pint to you and always here for your wonderful Nessy and girls xx

One of a kind Sid. We are all going to miss you greatly. RIP mate. X

It's taken a little while to post you a message buddy...I was just hoping you were going to phone me at some unearthly hour and say it was all a hoax and carry on a random conversation about a monkey wrench! We would laugh and laugh a lot, your jokes, the kindness, we'd work together, argue sometimes, even fall out, then make up like mates do, dinner would be hot pot Sid special with you Ness and the girls with a wee dram of my favorite tipple for afters followed by episodes of The Office which I loathed btw. In all you were one of my best mates...A great husband to Ness, a brilliant father to both Lily and Evie! You've left a shine of memories but a massive dent in my heart and we are all in bits! I miss you pal, we all do and forever will! As bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse would say releasing their catch..... A way...away...away xxx

With so much love to you Nessy, Lily and Evie as we remember that warm hearted and spirited soul soul Sid; your husband and dad... taken way too soon. With love, Helen, Krish, Annie and Laura.

To my Son,
From the day you were born I new you were going to be a challenge. You couldn’t be born at 2pm, 4am or 5pm, no you were born at midnight. First challenge, do we say you were born on 23rd or 24th, we went for the 24th. You also chose a day a day to be born when I was working abroad. I came back and we took you home to Yaxham Road. When we got there, I can remember holding you in my arms and saying to your mum “thank you for my little boy” I was so proud.
You were a curious boy and one day when looking around the house you found a pipe, you loved that pipe. Most kids had a dummy or bottle, not you, you had a pipe. You had that pipe in your push chair, laying in bed, in fact everywhere.
I can remember on the day before we move from Yaxham Road, sitting in the kitchen surrounded by packing boxes looking out the window towards the back of the garden. There was a shed at the back of the garden, suddenly the shed door opened, and a magnolia figure appeared, mum and me looked at each other and said “Simon”. You had emptied a full can of magnolia emulsion over the top of your head.
We moved to Tilney All Saints, near Kings Lynn, and we set about renovating our little bungalow. One day I was decorating the kitchen when there was a knock at the door, it was a neighbour “come quickly Simon has got out and is running across the fields. I rushed out, ran across to the fields only to find you totally naked and wearing just a policeman’s helmet, you were about 18 at the time, no seriously, you were about 2.
When you were about 5 we moved to Carbrook where you went to the local school. You made your mark at this school by making the headmasters life a complete torment. You were a bright lad but didn’t take kindly to rules and went about making your own. It didn’t help that the headmaster was a deeply religious man who disliked you, your sibling and your mum and dad. It was here that you decided to change your name, Dennis as I remember. We didn’t care but in time persuaded you to change it to “Sid” better than Dennis. One day the headmaster approached us saying “I have had a word with Simon and reprimanded him for calling himself Sid”. His name is Sid we said, “No his name is Simon that’s what he was christened” Sorry we replied but he has never been christened. At this point I’m sure a bolt of lighting came out of the sky.
Over the years in Carbrook, you played many tricks. You once put posters up saying there was going to be a bypass running through the village, the council were inundated with call. On another occasion you put posters up saying Elton John was playing in the village hall, people tried to buy tickets.
Despite all the adventures, tricks, and sleepless nights, eventually you grew up into a fine young man with a big heart and a burning determination to be the next Lord Sugar.
Strangely the one thing I can remember about your childhood is my magic kiss. When you fell over or cut you finger, I would kiss it better with my magic kiss. It may seem daft but when I was travelling to the hospital to see you, I knew you were in a coma, but I truly believed that when I got there, I could kiss everything better, why not? I was your dad and that’s what dads do. I arrived, held your hand, and kissed your forehead, I waited for your eyes to open but they didn’t, I’m truly sorry son but all my magic had gone, I let you down.
Son, we have had good times and we have had not so good times, but I have never stopped loving you mate and the pain in my heart of losing you will be there for ever more, I’m so proud to call you “My Son”. Goodbye for now son but we will meet again, and that is a promise I will keep xxxxxxx

With love

Rip Sid will always remember you with fond memories 💙

Holding you all, Nessy, Lily and Evie, in our hearts as we remember your dear husband and father, Sid. xxx