Ian Davidson (16 Sep 1968 - 12 Jan 2019)

Ian, I never knew you as well as I would have liked to but I just knew you were one of life's good guys. I remember the stories my brother Tony would tell me about you, he would call you a big hun but you know what, he loved you dearly and I know you both loved the banter. I hope with all of my heart that you two pals are reunited and giving it laldy with each other upstairs. Thank you for being there when we lost Debbie, you truly were one in a million. RIP my big pal and thinking of your family and friends ... keep smiling wherever you are xxx

Can't believe u are gone big man.hard to believe I'll never see u laugh and joke again.making me buckle over with laughing.so glad to have known u and had good times with.u where like family to me. R.I.P IAN.

Deepest condolences from family in Canada
our thoughts are with you all.

Loved the big guy to bits, was a massive part of my childhood and being in my uncle wills every other day and he would brighten up the day with his massive personality and gab away about the Gers which he was a massive fan, the days it 16 him and uncle will given me a shandy for the football me uncle will big Ian and young Scott, great memories 👌

Sleep tight big man I'll never forget your stories and you keeping me amused when I worked in the pub our wee sing songs that always got me into trouble xx

Sleep tight big man I'll never forget your stories and you keeping me amused when I worked in the pub our wee sing songs that always got me into trouble xx

Happiest times in Albert Drive, laughing at ridiculous stuff you would say Ian. Buckled over we would be (usually at someone else’s expense) but all in a good taste and never meant bad. I was always the “wean” to you and called “pet” like my mum would call me. Love that you prayed every single night for every one of your family members (even when unwell in the hospital) joking with me that it’s hard to remember all my lots names! Lol. But you did remember. Your descriptions of your sneaky midnight feasts to me on the phone.... wee bits of cheese, wee pickles, wee sandwich... everything wee when we knew it was probably bigger portions! Lol. Always warning off any potential boyfriends with “You mess with my niece you mess with me!” Jamie would do the same, I would cringe for those meetings! Lol. I’ll miss your banter and your warmth Ian. Such a good demeanour about you always and fun to be around even when you were ill in hospital. Miss you 😘💔 forever and always. Jacqueline xxx