Kevin and Cyndy moved into the house opposite me a few years ago. He was working on his brakes and I gave him a hand and our friendship began. He had the enthusiasm of a boy with a new bike and smile from ear to ear. You could but like him. We both shared having grown up in South Auckland, fishing and beer. Kevin was always looking to help someone, his kindness to others was amazing unless your, I will say only that a couple of things did rattle him! He loved his rugby league and was a member of the Carlaw Park die hards club. I went fishing with Kevin on a few occasions, and unfortunately we were coming into the Patea Bar with a chilly bin of snapper when we were hit by a rogue wave overturning us. Luckily it was an outgoing tide which pushed us back out to sea. Kevin popped up clinching the bow of the boat with the propeller still going. While we clung onto the boat we started playing "eye spy with my little eye" the letter W came up a lot. His humour was endless. When Mary and I arrived back from overseas I learnt Kevin had a massive stroke. Finally Kevin ended up in Hawera hospital for Xmas and was lovely to partly share time with Kevin and family. I used to visit him on a regular basis, sit down and reminisce on our youth. Kevin was sharp as a tack and proud of his trade and business achievements. He loved the Old Kiwi league players and could name most of them from the 70' and 80's. One day I snuck him out in his wheelchair and down to the motorhome park for a couple of quiet ones, I felt like Kevin I were a couple of school kids. As the weeks unfolded and watched Kevin slide slowly, his weight declining, it hit the heart as he reminded me of both my parents passing. The day Mary and I left for abroad, we visited Kevin where I hugged him, kissed him on his head and told how special he was. Especially to Cyndy and family, Kevin's passing has left a big hole in our hearts but his memory will be with us forever Mary and Warren Seaver-Bell RIP