From Mum & Dad:
Guy you were the youngest of our four children. You were always such a happy boy and full of mischief and laughter. Tennis was your love and later in life, squash. You were in your happy place when you passed away so suddenly. You were kind and generous with your love and time. We will miss you more than words can say.
RIP son. Xxxx
Dearest Guy
Thank you for being such a bridge builder. You extended an olive branch to me and in return, friendships and family members were reconnected. You were always so positive. Even though times were tough, you saw the silver lining in the clouds. You were an amazing son. Whenever you brought your folks around, you were patient and showed much care. Most of all you gave them your time. I think your strongest characteristic must have been that passionate nature of yours. It's how you played your sport and how you lived your life.
Rest in peace, cousin. You will be missed.
Sam Schmidt (Samantha Gorton)
Fond memories from Dolf Maeder
From Craig Pearce
Used to be our Thursday night regular at Doodles. Dolfie, Gary Wheadon our squash pro, Gary Kroot and myself."
Posted by Craig Pearce on 19 November 2020, a month after Guy's passing.
MY SOUL HAS A HAT
by Mario de Andrade
I counted my years and realized that I have less time to live by, than I have lived so far.
I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure but when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely.
I have no time for endless meetings where the statutes, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be done.
I no longer have the patience to stand absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up.
My time is too short: I want the essence, my spirit is in a hurry.
I do not have much candy in the package anymore.
I want to live next to humans, very realistic people who know how to laugh at their mistakes, who are not inflated by their own triumphs
and who take responsibility for their actions.
In this way, human dignity is defended and we live in truth and honesty.
It is the essentials that make life useful.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of those whom hard strokes of life have learned to grow with sweet touches of the soul.
Yes, I'm in a hurry.
I'm in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I do not intend to waste any of the remaining desserts.
I am sure they will be exquisite, much more than those eaten so far.
My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.
We have two lives and the second begins when you realize you only have one.
Mário Raul de Morais Andrade (October 9, 1893 – February 25, 1945) was a Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian and critic, and photographer.
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From Fiona
Your sudden and sad passing is one of those moments in life that is so unexpected that nothing can prepare you for. I miss you so much, from our daily catch ups, sending photos to show the folks, laughter and catching up when we come out to SA. Watching tennis simultaneously in different countries and the banter between us - Djokovic or Nadal.....
Rest in Peace and keep smiling down on us. Xxx
Photos from Paul Besener
The squash courts and club is just not the same without him!! We all miss the banter, Jibes and daily teasing very much!!
Posted 19 November 2020
Guy, we will never forget you...we can only agree with all the comments already mentioned here. Favourite memories are of you laughing all the way through at the same time while trying to tell amusing stories!! R.I.P. brother and brother-in-law to Howard and Pat (Trish) Petterson...we'll see you on the other side!
Guy,
We never saw a great deal of you, but whenever we did, we always took up again right where we left off, in that same easy way as though no time had passed at all.
We were never short of conversation or LOADS of laughs. Long theories on Horse Racing and Tennis were mandatory.
You were our glue to your immediate family, my family, who are now scattered across the globe. You kept us up to date with photographs and beautiful new additions.
You were compassionate, thoughtful, kind and generous. You made people feel special.
We will ALWAYS think of you with a Smile. What a beautiful legacy you leave.
Our deepest sympathies go out to Norma (my cousin), Peter, Adrienne, Howard, Fiona and their families at this very sad time. May the love and support of those around you be a comfort to you all.
Fondest love
Katherine, Geoffrey, Granville and Arabella (Winshaw)
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From Howard
Look not where I was
For I am not there
My spirit is free
I am everywhere
In the air you breathe
In the sounds you hear
Don't cry for me boet
My spirit is near
I will watch for you
From the Other Side
I'll be the one running
New friends by my side
Smile at my memory
Remember in your heart
This isn't the end
It's a brand new start.
From Anita Bath (Cousin)
Dearest Uncle Peter, Aunty Norma, Adrienne, Howard, Fiona and family,
words couldn't describe our shock and sadness at hearing of Guy's passing but am so grateful that I reconnected with Guy via telephone at the beginning the pandemic! Being such a kind, caring person, he was enquiring about my mom and we were planning how to get our parents together again! Sending loads of love and strength to you all.
From Michael Pothecary
My friend Guy,
He was compassionate, empathetic, kind and giving, soft, sometimes to his detriment, but this was the only way he knew. He gave more in life than he took and always made sure his fellow man got more than him. I met Guy in standard 1. We sat next to each other on our first day, for 20 minutes, before the teacher decided that was not going to work out. That did not stop us from becoming best mates. I spent many a day at Guy’s house where Adrienne, Howard and Fiona bore the same traits as Guy, kind, compassionate and empathetic.
Guy’s parents are salt of the earth people and I remember clearly Guy taking me to visit his grandfather and grandmother, where his grandfather would give us his sweets, loose change and take us to the stables in the school holidays. I feel honoured to have grown up amongst his family, I am honoured to have grown up with Guy as my friend and blessed to have spent the majority of my life with him in it.
I will miss Guy’s daily check-ins, just to see that I am ok and have done my exercise.
Guy, may the road rise up to meet you and may the wind always be at your back.
Rest In Peace, my friend.
Woo Woo!
From Adrienne
This morning, 29th October at 6.00 a.m., I woke to find a copy of Guy's Death Certificate on my WhatsApp. Deeply saddened, I got up and went to make some coffee. I looked out of the kitchen window into the complete darkness (it's dark this time of the morning in the northern hemisphere) and noticed one very, very shiny star. Bright as anything, surrounded by total blackness. I ran to get my camera and tried to take a photo from inside (I couldn't see it from outside) and this is what the camera rendered. (It was too dark to focus properly.) It looks like a heart to me. It's blurry and fuzzy but it's a heart. Then, for some reason, I added today's date and the time I saw the photo (6.14 a.m.) and both equalled 11. (Eleven is the bringer of spiritual awareness and a devout supporter of humankind and is a messenger of the universe in Numerology). Although Guy doesn't have a Master Number (11, 22 and 33) in his personal Numerology, I believe it was a sign. It was such a moving moment for me that I had to share it. It's a heart. Love is all you need. Then the star disappeared.
Apparently this was the last message a friend received from Guy at 5.03 a.m. on 19 October 2020—he passed away later that day!
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