21/01/2026
✨ Today, I start this post with gratitude.
My lovely friend Kirsty sadly lost her dad just before Christmas, and what a character he truly was. Neil George Brown AKA Brownie lived life completely on his own terms wild, free and taking absolutely everything in his stride.
👑 He lived like a king for many years alongside his wife Trish, who he l had up the wall on a daily basis. Weekends were never quiet, especially with the race club. The house would fill with mates, laughter and stories that went on for days. Strangers were never strangers for long either if Brownie found someone along the way who needed care, they were welcomed in, sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months on end on Trish’s couch
Brownie was so laid back he was practically horizontal. Always armed with his backpack and his bike, travelling, exploring and living life exactly how he wanted to.
🦋 Kirsty told me her dad didn’t really like fuss, he was a simple man, but when i heard of the mad stories she told me about her dad and growing up i had to personalise his coffins head end as a surprise for her with a saying he always left everyone with
The Crem service 🤣 well it was probably one of the-most hysterical ones i have conducted. Father John had us all in stitches with the stories he told of Brownie, his own phone was ringing off the hook during the service and he thoroughly told us of Brownie’s love for Camels IYKYN
🦋 Thank you, Kirsty, for this absolutely beautiful card it really is gorgeous and so thoughtful.
Take it easy 🤍
