Well where can I start. Jeff was my uncle, my mothers younger brother and what a lovely man he was, I'm going to really miss seeing him in the mornings when walking the dog in Porthkerry woods or around the lake.
My earliest memory was the 1971 FA Cup final, Arsenal v Liverpool and that wonderful Charlie George goal. Jeff and Shiela were the first people I knew with a colour TV and we all got invited up to the house in Forster Street to watch the match. I remember summer days over the Bendricks with all the grandchildren of the Brown tribe, Shirley and David, Denise, with Sheila and Jeff popping over if he wasn't working. Those were really carefree days especially if the tide was in and we could go off sandy diver.
Working behind the bar in the Cons club, Tuesday nights would always be a special treat. Jeff and the gang including PeeWee, Gordon and the Gills would bring in home made food (you would call it Tapas these days - if you're posh). Jeff's pies and pasties were melt in the mouth gorgeous.
Jeff was also a good squash player, though 20 years older than me, he still had me running around the court like a dog after a fly. I don't think I ever beat him but I did manage to get one over on Clive Brooks from time to time.
These days we mistakenly look up to celebrities and people in power and put them on a pedestal, however the true heroes in life are people like Jeff. He was a hard worker, a dedicated father, husband, brother and son, a true gentleman who put family before everything. That is something that should be celebrated and recognised, Jeff was a true role model. He demonstrated this in many ways especially the way in which he cared for Shiela in the last few years of her life when her health was failing and also the way he was a rock for Cheryl in the days after Larry Brown passed away with cancer. He did look younger and fitter in the last few years than he ever had and I know how proud he was of Tracy, Andrew and all his grandchildren. We are going to miss him dearly.
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