Nathan was many things to many people. A father, a son, a grandson and friend.
To me he was my brother.
We spent a lot of time together as children and they are the memories that stick in my mind the most when I think of Nathan. Most of the stories I tell people about my childhood involve him somewhere down the line. We were companions and I understood that but it didn’t stop me teasing him at times, of course.
It is true that as young adults we grew apart but as we got older still it was Nathan who reinstated our relationship and reached out first. I will be eternally grateful to him for that. Whatever had happened between us being children to us being in our 30’s had evaporated and that bond we had as children was still there even if we didn’t mention it - we knew it was.
So fast forward to the Christmas and New Year just gone. For the first time in around 15 years more than 2 people from the Baker family were together for the holidays. There was an air of compassion and nostalgia and I don’t mind admitting that it was one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time. I hope it was the same for Nathan.
They are my bookends for me and my brother. I will look back with great fondness of the times we spent as children and I will cherish our last celebration together.
So I will leave you with a story that sums up how I feel about Nathan. We were small children - Nathan a toddler and myself no older than 5 or 6. We were round our Nan’s and our mother scolded Nathan for whatever reason and he burst into tears. Without hesitation I threw my arms around him to comfort him and he hugged me back as he sobbed. Our mum and nan “aww”-ed in unison. It is that action that symbolises my love for him.
My brother, Nathan Baker.
Nathan Baker (10 Oct 1987 - 28 Jan 2020)
Funeral Director
- Location
- The Lysses House Hotel 51 High Street Fareham PO16 7BQ
- Date
- 17th Feb 2020
- Time
- 3pm
In loving memory of Nathan Baker who sadly passed away on 28th January 2020
NATHAN TRIBUTE FROM HIS FATHER
Nathan had suffered problems in his adult life and fought so hard to overcome them.
With the help of the staff at his home, his social worker and mental care worker he was doing so well on the road to recovery. With the help of these people and the encouragement of family and friends he was looking forward to moving into his own flat and getting part time employment.
And we as a family we would like to thank these professionals (some of whom Are here today) and his friends for the care and support they gave him.
Nathan loved his music, a passion he shared with his son Tyler, brother Ashley and myself.
He loved fishing and was often to be found in Old Portsmouth or Southsea catching Mackerel and Seabass.
These he would give to Jenny and I or barter for a takeaway at a local Chinese restaurant. (Although he only liked the chips!)
He also loved his Sunday lunches at his Nan’s.
He loved meeting up with his brother and going shopping.
In recent times he used to like to help his sister look after her horses.
But Nathan was happiest when with his son Tyler on whom he doted. He loved taking Tyler out shopping for clothes, another passion that Nathan had and shared with Tyler. After shopping they would often go for a game of pool and a burger in Gunwharf.
I was lucky enough to have had the last two summers off work and Jenny and I enjoyed his company on numerous occasions. He would often whatsapp me asking if he could come round and ‘chill’ listening to music and having a meal.
Just this last Christmas and New Year he and Ashley came round to ours for Christmas Day with Tyler and New Year’s Eve. He said afterwards how much he’d enjoyed it.
Ashley and I are so glad that that we had these two occasions together and will cherish the memories and pictures. (And the videos of dancing! Lol)
Everyone who knew the real Nathan knew him as a very polite, kind, thoughtful person. The sort that if he passed someone he knew on the street whilst on his bicycle would turn round and go back to say hello.
A man who although he didn’t have much money would spend ages choosing birthday cards and presents to make sure they were appropriate and would be appreciated.
A man who will be sorely missed as a father, son, brother, grandson and a friend.
His untimely death has come as suck a shock to us as a family and to all who knew him.
On the evening of the 27th I was chatting with Nathan on whatsapp. We were swapping ideas of music to download. I was at work in Saudi Arabia and he was in his room in Southsea.
His last message was: “Okay, I’m going to sleep now, goodnight.”
I sent a couple more messages on the 28th; he never got to read them.
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