His story, by Ellie
He taught me to drive in the Methodist church parking lot, sixteen and terrified, and he never once raised his voice at me for hitting the curb.
He was the first person who knew me, and now I am the only one left who remembers the caravan holidays, the burnt toast, the way he said my name when he was about to ask for something.
What other people remember
Separate from his story above. These belong to the people who wrote them.
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Ellie
His sister · keeps this page
He was the first person who knew me. I am the only one left who remembers the caravan holidays.
Written 2 September 2024
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Sam
Worked with him in 2016
He covered my shift the week my father died and never mentioned it again. I only found out it was him a year later.
Approved by Ellie · two weeks ago
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The kitchen at 3am, every single time. He would make tea for whoever was still awake and stay until they stopped crying.
Approved by Ellie · last month
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Anonymous
Signed “someone from the pitch”
He was the only one who passed to the kid nobody passed to. Every week, without being asked.
Approved by Ellie · in March