My big brother John has shaped my life and personality in more ways than he will ever know.
Like mum, he had a heart as big as the world - and always openly expressed how much his family and friends meant to him.
Like dad, he was head strong, determined, loyal and hard-working - and like his father he was something of a fashion icon.
John was a superb son, a brilliant brother, a loving partner, a fun-loving uncle and a giving godfather.
He will be sorely missed but fondly remembered, as he has left us so many stories and memories - speaking of which...
Brothers in arms
Mum says that when I was just a few months old, she went upstairs to check on me, and I wasn’t in my cot.
She didn’t have to go far, though, as I was in bed with John and Chris, snuggled in between them - and I have been there ever since.
Pull the other one
Fast forward a year or so and mum was baffled by my behaviour on a car journey one day.
By all accounts I was a happy and contented baby, but while in my car seat I kept whimpering, then calming down, whimpering, calming down.
I wasn’t hungry, had a clean nappy on and was sat between my two big bros, so it was a mystery - until the truth was revealed many years later.
To help pass the time on the journey, John and Chris had cunningly tied cotton to my little toes.
Each time they tugged the cotton I whimpered - but each time mum turned to see what was wrong, all she saw were two angelic faces either side of a very unhappy little brother.
Driving dad mad
Staying with cars, John has always been a driving force for Chris and I - but never more than when mum and dad popped round to see Terry and Shirley one afternoon.
They had walked round so the keys to the old Vauxhall Viva were dangling enticingly at home - and it was too much for John, then 17, to resist.
Next thing you know, we’re driving up Shakespeare Avenue, with John at the wheel, Chris in the passenger seat and me in the back in my pyjamas.
All was going well until John saw mum and dad strolling up the avenue, leading to a hasty left turn into the park entrance and an emergency stop.
Dad insists he kept his cool and calmly told us to go home - but the jury is out on that one.
Rebel with a cause
John was always passionate in his beliefs, whether showing concern for our planet or caring for the less fortunate.
He would often lock horns with people over conflicting opinions but was to meet his match in his two feisty sister-in-laws Abby and Samantha, who loved the challenging spark in him.
Thankfully he found a life companion in Jo who could match him in personality and individuality - and they have been side by side for the last 27 years, sharing a love of cats, films and music - and buying their French house together.
Putting the boot in
After buying the house in France, John asked me to join him on a road trip down there, so we packed their Prius full of furniture and stopped at Portsmouth for the ferry.
John’s time-keeping always left a lot to be desired - but for once we were a few hours early, so we parked on the seafront and went for a stroll on the beach at about 6am.
We returned to find a crowd of people surrounding the car, pointing at things and getting very excited.
It turns out we’d parked at the front of a car-boot sale queue, so had to battle past an angry mob, explain nothing was for sale and make a hasty exit.
Adventure time
We did so much together...watching England win the rugby World Cup at Welford Road, trips to Twickenham and Soho, canoeing down the River Liffey in Dublin, creating a children’s book, going to Camden Market to sell a London tee shirt we’d designed, going to a Greenpeace party after Chris and Abby’s wedding, and seeing the likes of Leftfield, Daft Punk and the Manic Street Preachers in concert…the list goes on.
Mum and John, meanwhile, enjoyed several trips to London to see some shows - and John was also generous with his time, loving to lose himself in his imagination with his nephews, niece and godchildren.
Food for thought
Like all the Wilkes family, John loved his food - wherever he went he had a rucksack packed with enough snacks to feed a family for a week.
Going for a meal with him was always an interesting experience, as trying to get him to choose one thing off the menu was a challenge.
On one visit to an Indian restaurant in Leeds, he couldn’t decide which Naan bread he wanted with his three main dishes - there was Garlic, Peshwari, Cheese, Tandoori, Spinach and Plain.
They all sounded so good...so he ordered all six of them, with the waiter eventually begging him to stop ordering food.
He only ate one of the Naan breads of course - the rest were carried around in the rucksack of dreams for the next week.
Chatty man
As we all know there were never any awkward silences when John was around.
Once while I was at university, I left him chatting on a phone call to make a cup of tea and toast. I returned five minutes later - and he was still chatting away, blissfully unaware of my absence.
He loved nothing more than a good long chinwag - in French or English - with his aunties, uncles, cousins, friends or anyone that crossed his path - often asking the questions, then answering them - but that was part of his unique charm.
Globe trotting
Be it bike rides to Shrewsbury, hitch-hiking around Europe, or setting off on solo adventures to New Zealand, China and the USA, John always loved to travel.
Chris and I have some very happy memories of a laughter-filled road trip to France which we arranged to reignite the spark John lost when his graphic design business was wound up due to the recession.
A drunken night in a Paris nightclub, a stroll around Cognac and a splash in the sea at Royan were just a few of the escapades we shall never forget.
John and Jo loved Skiathos and most recently enjoyed long weekends in their spiritual home Brighton, with John defying his illness to head down there earlier this year.
He had re-trained as a TEFL teacher and loved to work at the international school there in the summer.
Home is where the heart is
John’s true character shone through in his final 18 months, when he shielded us as much as he could before letting us all in with open arms in his final weeks.
He lived his life to the full despite suffering with Ascites this year, travelling to France, Brighton and a Ray Mears survival weekend, while also seeing Terry Hall live at a Specials concert in Leicester.
John was taken into hospital and was very poorly while I was in Cape Town in November - but he found the strength to get himself home, where he had several weeks in his own bed, getting lots of hugs and kisses from Jo, Anouk, family and friends.
Myself, Samantha, Damian, Joe, Chris, Abby, Jack and Jiska had a beautiful day with John and Jo a few weeks before he passed, and the smile on his face when his amazing friend and ‘soul sister’ Lorita joined the party was a true joy to behold.
Mum and dad took him and Jo for lunch a few days later, and on the journey he lay quietly on mum’s lap, sang gently to her and said he was at peace as he knew he was loved so much.
John found peace and calm through buddhism, and he drifted off into his final sleep while he was being told what an inspiration he has been to us all.
John never judged people on their circumstances, so I thought I’d end on a proverb a wise old man once told me...
(OK it was dad three weeks ago)...
He said: ‘Never judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes...and after you’ve walked that mile, keep his shoes on - and do a runner with them.”
Rest in peace John, we love you so much and you will always be in our hearts and thoughts as we celebrate your wonderful life, which ended way too soon.
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