Poppa. I have been so privileged to have been able to spend so much time with you, over my 28 years, and also more recently. Spending hours talking with you and nana, joking around. I will miss that. I wrote you a poem, In oceans vast, his spirit sails, Poppa's love for the sea never pales. With windswept joy and adventurous dreams, He'd conquer waves, or so it seems. He A pirate's heart in games he'd find, Treasure hunts, his joy entwined. Witch laughter loud, and jokes to share, He made life's moments bright and rare. Pandas held his tender gaze, Their gentle souls, a heartfelt craze. Family, his anchor, steadfast and true, Kind words flowed from a heart so true. In memories kept, his spirit thrives, Sailing seas, playing games, our lives. Poppa's laughter echoes, forever in play, An endless smile, guiding our way.

Love Lotti

Thankyou for sharing Aunty Anne and family and sorry we couldn't be there in person. Thinking of you all. Love from all the Byerley's in Aussie. X

Love you dad. We will meet again one day. Have a lovely sleep. Always in my heart. Your loving daughter Michelle

Dad, there’s no words to describe how much we are going to miss you, You’ll always be in our hearts, and never forgotten. We get to have you for one last Christmas before giving you a send off I love you with all my heart dad xxx

Well Michael, anyone who knew you would know of your love for cars and speed - not always a good combination on your part!! Here's a little story you may or may not know, it's funny now, but back when it happened, not so funny!! Bare in mind, this happened when we didn't wear seatbelts. I used to work for Auntie May in her shop in Willesborough and sometimes Michael would drive me home instead of getting the train to Tonbridge. Nothing wrong with that I can hear you say, but on the first journey we reached a nasty bend with chevrons warning of the impending sharp corner. Not so Michael. He knew I was scared and he put his foot down to the floor!!! We were OK but of course, once he knew I was scared, it happened every time thereafter. We have laughed about it since when we have been chatting to one another on Messenger. in fact, I can hear his laugh right now, you naughty boy, scaring your cousin like that. The only photo I can find of us together was taken when I was about 3 and Michael 9 outside Maison Charles in Birchington. Heaven forbid we could have straight hair, even Michael has a marcel wave!! Guess that's what comes of being related to hairdressers. Love Joyce xxx

A father's love Is gentle and strong A place where you know You’ll always belong A steady beat In life’s changing song A mentor, a teacher A guide and a fan Providing support Best he can Sometimes close Sometimes from afar Holding the truth Of who you are Wisdom to share Or nothing to say Even in silence He lights the way A father’s love An eternal bond A stable rock In a familial pond The freedom to grow And sail beyond.

Rest in peace Poppa I love you today, tomorrow and forever. Right now I find it hard to express the way I feel but my heart is so full with memories of all the times we've shared ❤️⚓️