Lovely -thanks xxx

Another year without you .. we all miss you greatly .. always loved and forever in our hearts 💕 Eddie, Glenys , Sean , Teresa and Luke

Another year without you .. we all miss you greatly .. always loved and forever in our hearts 💕 Eddie, Glenys , Sean , Teresa and Luke

Another year without you .. we all miss you greatly .. always loved and forever in our hearts 💕 Eddie, Glenys , Sean , Teresa and Luke

Miss you. Always in our hearts and spirit. 💔X

Often think of you and I know dad misses you , he told me that the other day .. Always in our thoughts xxx 😘 ❤️❤️

Thinking of you all

We have very sadly lost another very dear family member in Grandma Tired, who passed away peacefully three months ago with quiet dignity. We were very lucky to have her live with us and for her to have Eva visit often. She could not have been better cared for by Malcolm. The good news amidst the Covid lock down was the speedy arrival of another wonderful grandchild, Jasmine. Grandad Cats would have delighted in his two great grandchildren, as he did his grandchildren. It is sad he never got to meet them but they have fun with Grandma Cats. I wonder what Granddad Cats would have had to say about this strange year of Covid pandemic. We are very grateful to have all of our family in good health. Alison 2020

Thinking of you always Grandad ❤️

Thinking OF YOU ALL.....MORE SO AT JOE AND MICHAELS FUNERAL.......MICHAEL TOBIN CORK IRELAND.

Mum continues to show much strength, fight and resilience in everything she does and is a firm favourite of your first great grandchild, Eva, in her much loved new role as Grandma Ba :)

Often think of you xxx Dad does all the time xxx You were a very loved brother and uncle love Teresa

Doctor Cole - your granddaughter is now a practising clinical psychologist helping vulnerable children and families and Cathy is an amazing Mum and Mum to be (with a sister for Eva) in April. Mike is still working his magic on films in Vancouver. Malcolm continues, tirelessly, to look after us all including Great Grandma Cats who struggles, with good humour, to work her oven, heating, TV and tumble drier in her new bungalow, as well as his own Mum. You would be very proud of them all as I am :-)

Thinking of you fondly at this special time of year when you both arrived in the world ...and sadly left us. You now have a wonderful, spirited great granddaughter, Eva, who is now 2 and you would have adored. She shops with your coin collection and tells Great Grandma 'Binks,' 'I don't think so Great Grandma' and may have the hoarding schema inherited from me and you :-) Remembering past Christmasses… how you mockingly taught granddaughter Hannah's Furby to say 'Boring boring' about the festivities and did the 'Bottom bumping' dance -also blocking the children's TV programmes with the aforementioned bottom. We've sadly lost more family but the new arrivals are thriving so the Cronin clan is going strong!!

Thank you Perhaps you sent a lovely card or sat quietly in a chair. Perhaps you sent a funeral spray, If so, we saw it there. Perhaps you spoke the kindest words, As any friend could say. Perhaps you were not there at all, Just thought of us that day. Whatever you did to console our hearts, We thank you so much whatever the part. The family of Jeremiah Christopher Cronin

Mum's art teacher wrote: Dear lovely Betty, I was so sad to hear the news about your dear husband. I only spoke with him the once, over the phone, but he was hilarious and every bit as friendly as you are.... Big warm hugs, Martina

From Jo, Jerry's next door neighbour: Jerry was genuinely one of the only people I'm going to miss down this road - it won't be the same without him.

I only met your Dad a few times. He was friendly and thoughtful. Chris (Alison's friend).

We were so sorry to hear that your Dad had passed away. He was always happy to share a joke and a laugh - and we hope these happy memories will comfort you. Indi and family

I remember the fun times we had whilst Alison and I were at school and if I came to your house Jerry always had a great sense of humour. Lots of love to you all, Angela

Alison so sorry to hear about your dad have lovely memories of him with the children when they were little take care xxx Denise

Sometimes the most original thinkers are the hardest to love. I admire your Mum very much and see her as an example. I think your Dad reminded me of mine in many ways. There are not many such left and that is a great shame and the world is so much worse for their loss. Much love Anne

Alison so sorry to hear about your dad have lovely memories of him with the children when they were little take care xxx Denise

Jamie and I stood for a while at the church. It is all very sad. I still hope with all my heart that next year will be better for you all. We will always remember a kind man who was funny and understanding and wise. Anne 29.12.15

The demise of Spike ( Spike Milligan, 16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) by Jerry Cronin See you soon, who was the goon, was it you, or was it us? I have trouble with my truss, Now you've gone, where will I go? Your Dad he came from -I don't know Now, as always, in the papers, so expressive Tales of being manic- depressive, Let them think what they like, Why did they call you Spike? Dictionary of Art P - Picasso: small person with big head; thinks/though he can paint When old thinks he's a stallion - daughters, sons, progeny, living on his image, can't you see Saw the world with odd glasses, got away with it Probably a conman... or a genius; or both Now dead - 1973 - enjoyed himself, I hope, so let him be The lion (reported in local paper as possibly dangerous feline escapee) Lion at the seaside - Headlines in Gazette, He's shrewd and he's cunning, They haven't caught him yet Spotted at St Osyth, He said his name was Joseph, Then seen down at Frinton, Drunk and on the beach, May be down at Walton, A place well out of reach The CID from Clacton took an imprint of tail and paw Now shacks down at Jaywick, and still outwits the law November Dank and blank, tis Boley Drive, Misty, musty, sodden, sad and lacking, leaking, lost not mad With vibrance, verve and nerve, no backing, Watch the Street, Eastenders and the Bill, November full of fun or ill? Guy Fawkes ...who talks? Five cars, internet and dull, The elderly they'd like to cull, They always drive; never walk ... And they've all forgotten... how to talk Nearing the Millenium October '99 Poetry, common sense, subjects diverse, nearing the Millenium, MM To which I'm quite averse - not on the Internet, no microwave, I have a wash, cut my nails and usually I have a shave, Most days, make the right decisions I'm my pin number? plus my code ? Then straight into the visions Appears the World, the Universe, Histrionics, history, Latin, porn Learn to play ...the French horn? What are you, not who? Give the number, press star view, no two I'm him, I'm 2, I'm old and ill, Where's the pill ... I've forgot, I'm 83 and still ...you bother me.

Dad has 'left' lots of scraps of paper amongst his possessions and one says: To see is one thing; to look is another but to understand is something else... I hope in time everyone will try to, and be able to, understand my Dad a bit more, what he coped with and what he went through... Alison

We hope that you find this tribute to Jerry a place of comfort, support and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

The proof of the pudding …. Jerry ruminating on the horrors of the Gulf war, 1991 and reflecting back in 1992 It was a Wednesday, I looked at my bedside radio, Jan 19, 91. I checked the time with my watch, well I looked at my wrist, no watch. I glanced to the left, the words Quartz, Omega, stood out on the Big Ben face. The leather strap on the watch was perished. For the sake of accuracy I will list the display on the bedside table:- one ashtray, contents – a dog-end of Benson and Hedges filter tip, a fragment of tobacco clinging , tenuously to the defiled bitten tip; half a small cigar, mouth organ, harmonica for the educated. It was now the 26th January 1991. It occurred to me that if Mr Bush and cohorts have their way, soon 10,000 mothers will be weeping. If I can find my lighter, I’ll smoke my half cigar, perhaps I’m getting ill again? He signed the poem “The proof was in the pudding…”, JC 92