The first time we met I had just stepped of a 26 hour flight from the UK .
I heard that you were really nervous to met for the first time and you had good reason.
As soon as I spotted you I saw the cheek in your eyes, and you had the look on your face like the cat that stole the cream, after all in my absence you had knocked up my lil sister.
You were the bogan in the trackie pants hangin' for a fag, I was the freak wearing a cowboy hat over my black and pink hair.
In the time I was away my family of four had grown into 5 as my parents treated you like their own and in a split second you went from being a complete stranger to my brother (and tormentor).
A week later that family grew to 6 when we welcomed one of the greatest joys of my life. Jemma Dorothy.
It's no secret that you took to fatherhood like a duck to water, which was pretty lucky seeing that Abby Reese arrived 4 years later with Bella Charlotte only 2 years behind. You couldn't crack it for a boy but wouldn't have had it any other way.
So you weren't perfect, either am I as you would be reminding me as even now I procrastinate over writing this.
You were a perfect Dad though and an amazing Uncle. I hope I always remember the look of pure joy on your face when Sadie learnt to say your name and then continue to say it over and over because she new you were laughing at her.
"Wonald Wonald Wonald"
I promise she will know how much you adored her, just like we will tell your beautiful girls every day how much you loved them.
I could go on for days but you'd be over all this "sappy shit" by now.
So mutha fucka I guess it's ciao for now.
I'll make sure your cupboards are full of malteasers and biscuits and that ice cream is always eaten straight from the tub. More importantly I will always be there for all your girls.
"Catch You Fuckers at A Bad Time"
Ronald Stuart Page
07/03/1978 - 01/08/2010