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WATTS, Lindsay

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Date Listed: 7/12/2022

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Publication: Herald Sun

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Lindsay

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WATTS

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WATTS, Lindsay 1935 - 2022 Dad thank you for your love, support, help and encouragement. You’ll be forever in our hearts and we’ll cherish our many wonderful memories. We love you Dad. Rest in the peace you so richly deserve. Love Fran and Mark Sometimes we have a person with a presence in our life so strong - that all the big, and lots of the little choices are made with them as a moral compass. 'Rachael, you fall off a horse, you get back on'. Dad, I love you for it. We miss you. Love Rachael Jane, Michael, Adara and Callum. The passing of a truly remarkable man Old school values - generous to a fault, tough, resilient, a great strength of character, hard but unfailingly fair and a great protector and defender. Fiercely loyal and an enemy to be truly feared by anyone who crossed those he loved. The knuckle crunching handshakes and hopeless battles to try to pay for anything before he got to the till first were great testaments to the character of the man. An indomitable spirit that it seems impossible to believe has been extinguished. More than anything else he was an exemplary father-in-law. Having lost my own father at 26, I was immensely fortunate for Lindsay to come into my life the following year and to entrust me with the love and care of his precious eldest daughter Christine, something for which I will be eternally grateful to him. He had a profound impact on my life for all of the 35 years I knew him. It was not something either of us felt comfortable saying back in the blokey 80s, but no problem saying it now - "love you mate”. Stephen We miss you terribly Grandpa but comforted that you have grown your angel wings to be with Grandma. We will keep you forever in our hearts, sharing a lamington, feeding the birds and caring for our nature strip as you taught us. Rest peacefully Grandpa. Jess, Matt, Emily and Jack Grandpa was a kind man. Above all else, decent. I remember the country songs he’d play loud in his ute, drumming his fingers along the wheel as he sang along to his worn-out Kenny Rogers tapes without a flicker of self-consciousness. I can still smell the tin-foiled spuds we’d roast together on the bonfire and the feeling of his calloused hands. I couldn’t say his name when I was little, so he became ‘bump-a’. He liked to remind me of that. It’s strange that he’s gone. He always felt like the kind of man who’d never have to die. I can’t even recall a time he was sick. Didn’t have time for it, not with his workhorse ways. Even as he got older, his handshakes were built out of concrete and with a pat on the back, he’d knock the wind out of you. He was a stone with marshmallow filling; never forgetting to end a phone call with ‘love you mate.’ He’d never let you pay for a thing, he’d always try and put a few bucks in your hand. He was generous like that. He’d remind me to put my shoulders back, stand tall and try my best. I think I got my curls from him but I’ll never have half his work ethic. He was a humble man, with little appetite for nonsense, bellyaching or blather. He said what he thought and cut out all the rest. I miss him a lot. Achingly so. But he wouldn’t like us to sit around moping. He’d want us to get on with it. We’ll try. See you around Bump-a, Your loving grandson, Ben Grandpa we are so saddened by your passing. Myah will know you and your big heart as she grows up. May heaven have the most lush of lawns for you. Love Jared, Ali and Myah A true gentleman and a gentle man, it's an absolute honour to call you My Dad. A man of your generation and your word. Stoic and steadfast to the last, you were an absolute pillar of strength. You kept your word when mum passed, keeping the coffee shops of Mt Eliza going and your Thursdays in the company of your best mate, Geoff. Generous to a fault, the first to shout, winning the arm wrestle for the bill, yet the last to boast you'd done so. Never empty handed, your cool bag slung over your arm bringing bounty bounding through the door. Provider and Protector, with a killer handshake and a warm embrace, proud, strong, feisty; Hands outta ya pockets and ready for anything. I couldn't save you dad, but life for you was only ever to be lived on your feet, not dying on your knees. So live that life now with mum and all those you've lost. We may be lost without you, but you showd us how to 'get on with' and 'get over it', even when life lets you down . How privileged I was to be the first daughter to know your love, and there, at the last, to love you as you passed. So I'll love you from here while you're way up high, up there with mum. Christine The one from London (As you always said)

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