BRIAN'S EULOGY.

Remembering the little details was a special gift for dad, he was always genuinely interested and would remember them.

So it's only fitting that we share some today.

Sunday November 20th 1949 was a cold foggy day and the beginning of a new moon, at 7:20 in the evening all of our history would be changed forever.

Brian Kenneth Dytham the second of three children was born to Nancy and Thomas at Leicester Royal Infirmary which would later lead to a lifelong commitment to Leicester City Football Club.

Someone once said when hearing of dads family "oh a rose between two thorns" which he corrected with "no a thorn between two roses, well one Rose and a Pat" with  his cheeky smiley eyes.

From the very beginning a love of the little details was apparent, as was his love of racing cars when his earliest memory shared with recently was of taking matchsticks and setting out a race track and using his Corgie cars to zoom around them.

Dad continued his love of cars his whole life and was an avid F1 fan which he shared enthusiastically with his children and grandchildren nad became the sourceof many long discussions and such joy when he got to go to Silverstone himself, he even wrote to teams at times offering advise.

He loved life and chose to step in and love a family that was struggling and lost.

He lived a rich life, not financially but with happiness, sharing memories of his time on the farm and in Margate where he learned to cook just about anything in his electric kettle, later his love of experimenting with cooking became a huge source of amusement, bewilderment and at times a concern for his family.

He loved to share all the successes and failures that he encountered.

Sharing  successes was another one of his many great gifts.From graduations to football wins, school concerts to a new family members to his first home grown tomato, and all of the adventures that we all went on. He showed pride in them all and they were all met with "brillant that's absolutely brillant" in his own unique style. Memories shared made him and his family laugh until the very end.

He loved music, from Status Quo to Abba and an eclectic  mix in between, which often took us by surprise. It was a surprise for his sunday born family man that sundays was his favourite day, Abba on the stereo in the morning, sunday lunch, nap, a film on the telly, sunday tea and the best bit, a mad half hour where we would wrestle him four against one. The house would fill with laughter and noise and inevitably leave him exhausted but so so happy. Calmness, laughter, deep conversations to bash out options, warmth, big strong arms of comfort for anyone that needed it were more of his exceptional gifts.

From the very first meetings he would hold us and tell us about the world. He showed up when we needed him most, sometimes without us even knowing we needed him. Visits were always random and spontanous and a cause of great delight to everyone. Just his presence was enough to bring calm, joy, laughter and an overwhelming feeling of love to all of us here today.

The biggest gift for any of us was him. Brian / dad / pappy / great pappy / pops / big pappy / pappap. We were blessed to have him. How lucky we all are to have so much love for someone, that it hurts so much to say goodbye but, in his own inmortal words he would be saying " go do it, grab it whilst you can and i can't wait to hear all about it".

Dad we will go grab life, it will never be the same, we are forever changed without you but we will continue to have adventures and tell you all about them. Thank you for choosing us and loving us unconditionally and don't ever forget that because of you we know how and most of all we continue to go to the party.