Adam and I met in Sheffield in 1986 and he has been my best friend ever since. We have hardly been apart for over 27 years; I have so many wonderful memories. The Adam I remember was so kind and caring, a great Dad to Alex and Meg. In fact not a great Dad, the most amazing, fantastic, wonderful, cool Dad any child could dream of. Always with plenty of time for them, playing silly games, cooking, building dens, dancing about the room when they were small and later sharing his love of film, music and sport.
 Adam was never particularly career driven and this was mainly due to the fact he wanted to be around for ‘his girls’. Always the one to watch from the sideline at school sports, always willing to listen, help with homework, always home in plenty of time for tea. Thank goodness for that!! as his cooking was legendary. I am not saying he didn’t work hard because he did, he made sure that we were more than comfortable, but his priority was time… quality time.

My Adam was truly a gentle man, so loving. My handsome devoted husband. We never argued except one time in about 1990 when he ejected me from his ford fiesta after a screaming battle about whether we should buy Flora or butter. It makes me smile now, as it really was one of our only arguments. By the way I wanted butter !!! and guess what we have been eating ever since… Butter.

Adam and I really did make a great team, our passion for doing up old houses and giving them a new lease of life kept us busy. He always loved knocking down walls and making great big family spaces with space to cook, entertain, listen to music, play with the kids and watch footy and films on TV, all his passions in one room. And I am sure you will all have noticed there was always some sort of breakfast bar or counter designed in. He always said that was where I could sit and drink wine and chat to him while he cooked….. like I said a great team

 

 

Prior to 2011 we had always talked about growing old together, moving to a smaller house, perhaps building one from scratch. March 2011 put a stop to all talk of a future together. I can just be thankful that my stubborn husband refused to give in to his cancer and he remained so strong and positive, proving the prognosis wrong time and time again. Never angry or depressed, just enjoying his time as best he could, with us, his girls, turning months into years and helping us prepare for this day. You can never prepare for this but Adam showed us how to be strong.

We love you Adam, rest in peace now my darling.