Daniel James Shearman (28 Nov 1974 - 5 Feb 2021)

I’m still haunted by your loss. I don’t know how to world can exist without you. Thank you for everything Daniel Shearman

There are no words to convey our sorrow; thinking of you xxxx

The first I knew about Dan was through Jen’s excitement as she relayed being allowed to drive his Porsche on an early date. This quickly evolved to me meeting Dan and seeing how Jen enjoyed climbing in and out of the back of this Porsche because the doors don’t work! And on meeting Dan I could instantly see everything Jen conveyed about his intelligence and eccentricity and warmth. I’m not the first here to recall him turning up with food (and whisky) as our kids were born. The man new how to mix a tasty cocktail, and I recall lengthy conversations about the correct way to muddle; but nobody remembers the end of those nights. I remember us spending ages with four toddlers trying to all work out where the engine was in a plastic pedal car. I suspect that there are as many stories as there are times in Dan’s life because he made every moment interesting, without that ever feeling anything other than completely natural and joyful. I’ve asked the publishers to dedicate a book to him that I’m editing about teaching physics, just because I think Dan would appreciate the randomness of this. I realise that I didn’t know Dan as well as other people, but it didn’t take much time with him to see how special he was.

I have only known Jen and Dan for a short time, but what fun and happiness and vodka martinis. I wish my grandson had a dad like Dan.... so intuitively connected to robot dance and creative fun child things... and clean teeth. What a loss and my love and thoughts to Jen and the boys. Xx

Some of the memories that stand out to me of Dan are -

When Blu Dan and Dan ran a cocktail bar at my hen party in the Shearman back garden, drinking cocktails in the sauna
Flying kites at the beach
Having a bonfire that got so big the fire brigade were called
Camping by the river
Dan leaving a ‘survival’ kit by our front door in the days after I gave birth to our twins
Going to cider festival on the Spa Valley railway when Jen was pregnant with Isaac
Eating pancakes on a Saturday morning

Dan you will be so missed. Every time I look at our sons, Daniel and James, I will think of you xx

Daniel. Aka my little brother. I have a world of memories with my little brother. Far too many to note. However I have a few to share that make me smile. When we were quite small I had a red sports pedal car and Daniel had a police car with helmet of course. We used to race our cars down the bank of the garden and crash into the side of the house, much to our mums annoyance. Which in fact made it seem more fun really. Daniel wanted to be a train driver when he was little and mum bought him the appropriate train drivers hat. Growing up we were very different. Daniel was very tidy. This changed drastically as he got older! I was extremely messy and disorganised. This never changed! Daniel liked to fix things that weren’t broken. My cash register being one. He liked lemon curd on crackers. With black current milk. He was the usual irritating little brother. When he was older he was a fun uncle to my children. He would come home from uni and we would spend a lot of time together. The children when little would go and hide in the club where we lived and Daniel would search relentlessly for them, while sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper ! Our mum documented our years growing up by taking photos of absolutely everything. She filled albums up containing precious memories of our life. Daniel met Jen and had two gorgeous boys. his life was complete. Evenings remembering our mum after she passed usually turned into a mass of alcohol. Food, laughter and fond memories. I was so very proud of Daniel. He was always my little brother and I love him always.