James (Jim) Caddick (15 Jan 1933 - 11 Jan 2017)

Much love to all of you - Jim will be missed so much, for his quiet humour and his affectionate way with family and friends. I hope you find some solace in knowing that he is no longer suffering, and continue to keep his memory alive through the stories and legends of the Caddick family!

We're are all very sorry for your sad loss of Jim. Such a lovely family who will have many memories to reflect upon. There is never a right time to leave as we always want more. A very happy couple who always shared a sence of humour. Sleep peacefully. Much love to Sylvia and family. Jane & Bob , Sue xx

Late to the feast compared with other family members who have commented, I knew Jim for some 22 years, and was his son-in-law for more than 18 of those. I'll always remember with gratitude how welcoming he always was towards me, treating me as one of his own at all times.

A humorous man, he had a glorious ability to see, and be amused by, the ridiculous in any situation, and to poke fun at those people and organisations whose pomposity merited it.

We shared many a long and rambling conversation over a couple (or more!) of drinks, often late into the night, sometimes putting the world to rights, sometimes settling for something much more trivial like the latest trend in footballers' hairstyles (I can never see Andy Carroll without immediately thinking of Jim!). Always done with an eye, as Mark has said, to a well-crafted phrase.

A lovely man. A top father-in-law. I shall miss him.

My talented and patient Dad - you were always quietly on hand to help me when needed. Whether that was teaching me how to bowl a cricket ball, something I always struggled with, or helping with one of my more ambitious projects like putting a wooden flagpole on the roof of a Leicestershire church. I'd remember you analyzing the task in hand, usually several evenings beforehand, and often late into the night, summarizing all with a beautifully understated phrase like, 'we'll work something out'. Being a son, there was occasional rivalry, as I'd seek to follow in your footsteps, attempting DIY projects in the garage, without asking for help or advice. Or trying to complete a crossword or puzzle without wanting any help. But you were always gentle in giving assistance, coming out to see what I'd been up to after several hours struggling on my own. And always with magnanimity - which reminds me, Dad loved language; Dad loved words. He also liked to teach and share his knowledge. As Alan Bennett puts it, 'he made us all shareholders in the wonderful world of words.' Whether it was a pun, a puzzle answer, or a statement of fact, Dad was a master of the English language. Dad was also a tower of strength, and a great comfort. When I was being bullied at school, a hug from Dad made everything alright. Having taught me to drive, I'm pleased that my last memory of Dad was giving him a spin in my new car. I know that Dad found the last year difficult, as his heart condition was constraining what he was able to do. God bless you, Dad, you'll always be in my thoughts.

My lovely Dad - your loss is still very sore, but I have so many wonderful memories of you. As a child I loved watching you making things or fixing things, standing with you in the garage, handing you tools and listening to you talk. You always insisted we had a family holiday, and they were so much fun - I remember the time we stayed at a hotel in the Isle of Wight where all the fixtures in the rooms were falling apart, and one of the guests whistled the theme from the Dambusters at breakfast. We had so many laughs reliving that one over the years! Or the time we stayed in a tumbledown Welsh cottage and you had to round the sheep up every time they invaded the garden! You taught me so many things, and many of your words and phrases have become part of my own family vocabulary. As an adult I loved your quick wit and humour, and how you liked to play around with words. I treasure the many 'quiet moments' we shared, usually long after we should have been in bed, putting the world to rights over a glass of something warming. I will never stop missing you, but I carry so may lovely memories of you with me. Love you Dad.
Jule xx