When I first met Connor he was just a wee lad, with big brown eyes and a fuzzy little head. Even as a small boy he had a quiet, caring nature and would think deeply on other people’s sorrows. I remember kissing him on the top of his wee fuzzy head, as he wasn’t much into the mushy stuff, and watching him barrel around at full tilt, head leading first. He had a presence, even as a small boy.
Connor grew into the most wonderful, caring man, who was loved by everyone. So many people have reached out and said how lovely he was I just wish he’d been able to see what we all saw in him.
As a young man, he still barrelled into adventures head-first, making friends with so many along the way, and inviting people to share in his shenanigans. He was pure joy when we was having fun.
He cared very much about his family. I remember when he came to live with us when we first moved to Australia. He would take the young boys to school – him on his skateboard and them following behind on their scooters, like a little row of ducks.
There is no doubt his death will be a loss we will never get over. There will forever be a Connor sized hole in all our hearts. But we must never forget his beautiful nature and spirit and forever be kind like he was. I wish this wasn’t happening. I wish he was still here. I wish I could see him take another adventure.
Connor, I will never forget you. I’ll love you forever. I will speak of you often and keep your memory alive.
Mumma Mel