Michael came into my life when I was 6 years old. I was determined to not like him, he was taking my sister away. They were getting married, how could she love him more than me? That was until I fell out of the Old Bell Hotel at Barnaby Moore, at the reception on a step in a pink velvet dress. However, I soon realized he was so adorable, sat with me through Disney movies, motor sport and even more importantly James Bond, that was our thing. I realized that our keen connect was our love for my sister and dogs. As little ones Remus and I created havoc, pulling off the table cloth and getting lunch everywhere at Mums much to my Granny Charlotte’s chagrin.
I remember, we talked on a particularly blustery day at Rutland about stuff, he talked to me about life without being intrusive, always caring, most importantly I learnt how to cast a fly, make a fly and drink a pint for the first time. Then came life at Pocklington when we came back to the UK in 2002. Two little girls, Imogen at almost 3, Tamzin at almost 1 and a very big gorgeous Malamute, Tiggy; all of whom Michael adored and they adored him. It is a thing called trust and love, it was there.
Throughout Michael’s life he has always been the kindest of men. Watching Harry Potter with Imogen and Tamzin and a family of dogs. Respectful, guiding our futures but importantly, loving the most important person in his world, my beautiful sister, Christine
Love you Michael, always, not miss you because you are always with us, beside us, close and caring xx
Janie Heywood
13/02/2026
