Patrick Alan Newman (4 Feb 1935 - 2 Dec 2018)

My thoughts are with you all RIP Pat

Pat always maintained he remembered me as a baby being pushed in my pram by Mum.
My first memory of Pat was meeting him, as a teenager, at Cockfosters station, being reunited with Mum. This gentleman, with a smile and a twinkle in his eye looked out for me right from then.
I know he always stood by me, offering advice whenever he thought it was needed. Yes, he sometimes put his thoughts forward when not asked, but he always did so with the best of intentions. Pat would tell you his views and often he was right. He gave me the space to learn from my mistakes and picked me up and supported me when I fell.
We have had so many laughs along the way... I have shocked him in the past with my teenage outfits, probably exasperated him with my antics. Always though, Pat has been there for me.
When I announced I was starting a new life on the other side of the world in Australia, Pat never tried to stop me. Instead he said I should give it a go.... "you only live once" he told me. We were fortunate enough to have him and Mum visit us in our world. So many memories made.... the reversing bird, Captain Pugwash, Bruce his stick.... Pat joined in it all.
I spoke to Pat a few days before he passed, and even then he was so supportive and commented he was so happy I was happy. He also knew Ben, my son, was settled too.
Yes, Pat could be a grumpy old guy, but he had the biggest heart and always looked out for us. He was a great husband to my Mum, a great Dad to my sisters and the best step dad I could have wished for. Being a step parent myself, I now understand just how good a guy he was.

Miss you Pat. You have influenced me in so many ways. Thank you for being you.
From Kati and Dave and Ben
And your Australian family
With love always...xxx