Michael Fleming (2 Apr 1937 - 25 Feb 2024)

Mick was a great real gentleman who will be missed.

I'm memory of Mick, with love from Ken and Chris

With love from Tracy, Lorraine and families

From Doreen, John, Angie & Geoff

“One singular sensation”, that was Uncle Mick.
A jewel of a man that enriched many lives

Each family has its own sense of inherent humour, and ours is no exception.
Uncle Mick, and his brother Uncle Peter were the masters of laughter. It’s true that laughter is the best medicine, and I hear that infectious laugh in both of Micks‘ sons, my cousins Paul and Steven, and so it lives on. I grew up laughing and dancing with both my uncles, and with their mother Maizie, my dear Gran. Watching Mick and his beautiful wife Maureen jive was an epic treat. They absolutely nailed it every time. Those precious days when we were all together on holidays and Christmases, bought our family true joy, and they are memories that I will forever carry in my heart.

Good night, keep laughing and dancing!
Joanne x

"Brother Mick and brother Pete were such a roguish pair, if they weren’t bashing each other, they were bashing thin air.
On the hot summer days they’d sneak off to the cutt, strip off their cloths right down to their butt, then dive off cutt bridge into the cool murky river , when mam found them missing , she did get in a dither .
For my brothers, the cutt was true paradise, but mam knew the truth of its pestilence and lice.
To go to a lido you needed money just as today, and the cool cutt was freedom , no money to pay.
When mam found them, they’d tease her and wouldn’t come out, but the real reason was they were in for a clout.
They didn’t worry too much, mams hand wasn’t very hard, they’d say what’s for tea mam ?, her answer bread and marge".

Good night and God Bless my beautiful brothers until we meet again.

Anne xx

My brother Michael Thomas Fleming, he was Mick to all of us. So handsome and kind. I feel so sad that he’s left me but relieved for him as his pain is now gone.

He loved life and liked a good laugh and oh what an infectious laugh he had.

He could sing, he had such a lovely mellow voice and playing his guitar and sang, James Taylor “You’ve got a friend”, beautifully. He was a gifted artist with such a natural ability, he loved to draw birds in particular. His poetry and prose were brilliant reflecting on important occasions, Oh how he could jive, you felt so good dancing with him. You were also quite a dab hand at playing the spoons.
He mastered any kind of sport he played, all his team players or opponents would confirm this. He was so practical and could fix all manner of things around the home and beyond, and came up with wonderful ways of solving problems. He kept himself fit up until his illness took hold; walking around Draycott Waters a 5 mile walk, after his lovely Maureen passed. Often his good mate and neighbour Craig would accompany him.

Mick was a truly gentle man and a gentleman. Strong of character soft in nature, he always had time to listen and would never hurt a fly. If you were lucky enough to have met him, you were truly blessed.

He was always my brave soldier, I waved goodbye to him going off on the army truck when I was a child running down the street crying and I’m waving goodbye to him now still screaming out loud because he’s gone away forever and it hurts so much.

You made me feel calm, important and safe. It’s hard to imagine my life without you in it, Mick your love and friendship will live in me forever. You helped me through some tough times when I was a kid. I was a lucky little girl to be your Bridesmaid, I felt like a princess to the King and Queen! I loved staying with you and Maureen in Kent and going hop and bean picking with Maureen, such good times in my life as a child. You gave me courage. One time when I stayed with you, I was so upset that I couldn’t swim. So you tried to teach me the breathing technique with a bowl of water. We often laughed about that years afterwards.

If I ever got upset you would take my little face and wipe my eyes with your hands until I would giggle again and he did this all my life, even in my 70’s, You brought me down to earth again.

Playing cards was your speciality. We played as often as we could when we were all together. You were a great trickster. Mam would never know if you were cheating, but you kept extra cards up your sleeves and you and I would be in stitches because mam didn’t realise this. I used to be giggling away until she found out, so funny!

Another funny time was when you came home on leave. I remember you picking mam up and spinning here around in the kitchen as she was so tiny, then sitting her on the table, so she could witness your latest trick of juggling eggs. Yes, I remember you juggling those fresh eggs and watching them drop one by one on to the floor, but she thought you were wonderful, and nothing was going to upset her when you came home.

The last time we said goodbye was at Brisbane airport I see you in my mind now waving goodbye.

“I’ll see you in my dreams brother” love you forever

Good night God Bless Mick and Maureen, now together again xx