In loving memory of Nick who sadly passed away on 8th April 2022
The funeral service was held on Friday 29th April at GreenAcres Chiltern, followed by a reception at The Wharf in Teddington.
Just a few words, from me to you Nick. You were my boss man, but also became a friend. You will always be in my heart. I can’t be there to send you on your way to Heaven, but I will be thinking of you all. Sending lots of love to you,
Kathy and Maddie xxxxx
Nick, you were a great personality with a genuinely positive outlook on life and a big beard. We didn’t know each other for very long, but the pleasure was all mine. Rest in peace. Adrian
I will never forget our conversations about children. How much we cursed but mostly laughed and smiled. You were always telling me I have so much to look forward to. I knew that, if you had a story, I have to prepare for gut-busting laugh. You were my mentor, one of my favourite people, you are truly missed.
Rest in peace, Nick.
I only met Nick when he came to the community for palliative care but I will never forget you.
Rest in perfect Peace my dear.
Your “favourite nurse” always.
You are are forever in our hearts Nick and your cheeky smile will always be present. Lots of love, Bec xxx
Nick – words cannot express how sad I feel about your parting , great memories, a great guy to both work with at Richmond Gate and have the pleasure of your company at night , will miss you mate
Rest in Peace
We met Nick on a tour of Vietnam. We’d seen him on the flight over, this extraordinary looking, enormous man with an air of explorer about him—all beard, and tattoos, and Patagonia—but the first time we met properly was at a breakfast buffet in Hanoi, and over the next two weeks we got on like a house on fire. Our families—along with the others on the tour—struck up a great friendship, and in fact we’re all still in touch. We spent two weeks travelling through Vietnam, mixing luxury with long bus rides, adventure with tourism, and even Nick grabbing a selfie with Michael Portillo in Saigon (yes, really!).
We also saw the softer side of that adventurer with the big beard and tattoos and all the Patagonia, one who wouldn’t ride a bike when we did the cycle tour. Instead, he jumped on the back of a moped. “Please,” he begged us, when we took photos. “Don’t show these to my Mum!”
Rest in peace, you big, wonderful man.