Simon Fisher

Saknar dig

Thank you for sharing a lovely service with all of us in Sweden, the UK and beyond. I send my love and hugs to Aunty Margaret, Elliot, Oliver, Jessica, Dunia and all of Simon's extended family and friends X

Simon, Thank you for opening your home and your family to me when I would travel to Sweden. Thank-you for your friendship. Rest in Peace my friend....Big Guy

Vila i frid till den roligaste pappan, du är enormt saknad . Jag kommer alltid minnas dig som den glada och positiva personen som du var.

Hey cous ... so many thoughts and messages here on your wall of fame. Richly deserved I'm sure. Your humility may embarrass you to see so many people thinking of you but it shows how much you gave to other people. I have great memories to cherish, from when we were kids climbing trees, being dressed up by Kate, playing footy in the garden, listening to Thriller again and again until the tape broke ... to more recent times of family gatherings and visits to Viken. You tried hard to keep the extended Wilkie family connected. I'll miss the quiet sarcasm, the unrestrained laughs, the time reminiscing, sharing a coffee or a beer. I won't miss you trying to convince me that the squeezy tube of fishy stuff really is worth putting on my boiled eggs. A true BritSwede to the last! Thank you for your strong support over the last year too. I'll miss you enormously mate X

Det är med otroligt stor sorg och ledsamhet som jag mottog beskedet om din bortgång. Jag hade den stora förmånen att vara din kollega under 8 år och fick dagligen möta ditt breda leende och glada tillrop. Du hade förmågan att se och beröra alla med din härliga energi! Ett extra fint minne av dig är när jag hade med mig min då 6 åriga son på jobbet och du bar ut en stor låda med dina söners gamla byggklossar. Som så många andra gånger tog du dig tid att se alla, denna gång en uttråkad 6-åring. Ni hade en rolig stund tillsammans innan du fortsatte arbetsdagen med annat och Emil glatt lekte vidare med klossarna.

Jag har så svårt att förstå att du har lämnat oss Simon. Så oerhört sorgligt, orättvist och ofattbart. Mina tankar finns hos dina nära och kära <3

R I P Simon
Varma tankar till familjen

Vila i frid kära vän.

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Tack för ett roligt och bra samarbete Simon, du är saknad.

Simon, many years ago now I asked you to join me in the Grand Tour of Viken, introducing you to our lovely village and "forced" you to settle down here
Looking at the number of people sharing their thoughts and memories of you that effort has been exponential and probably one of the best things I have ever done.
So many have enjoyed your love, caring, humbleness and always with a smile. To "bjuda på sig själv"...nobody did that better than you!
Rest in peace my friend

It was great to have known you as I am a friend of your mother. .You were kind and thoughtful and that is how I will remember you. without you the world is a poorer place.

Det är inte klokt Att en sån genom-schysst person som du Simon, inte får va här. Tack för kärnfulla möten om ledarskap på Solid.

I mitt minne finns du alltid kvar. I minnet ser vi dig precis som du var - en fin och omtänksam vän. Vila i frid Simon!

Simon, min vän och chef i 10 år. Det va du som påminde mig om att andas när det blev lite hektiskt. Du lyckades med att få en att känna sig speciell, jag tror många kände så med dig. Vila i frid kompis

Thanking God for sending you, always loved and will be greatly missed by Aunty Joyce and all the family.

Simon, my dear little brother,

I can't believe I won't hear your voice again, share photos and stories of our dad Ronnie, or laugh at your spectacular Liverpudlian impressions.

You left us all too soon. There will always be a special place in my heart for you.

From your big sis, Marion xx

Till Simon
En ängel kom och tog dig med,
Och med sina vingar tillsammans ni flög iväg
Någonstans uppe i det blå,
Så kommer ditt minne här på jorden alltid att bestå.

Ellio[t & Oliver
I''m really sorry for the loss of your dad. - Simon - we were really close in the late 90's - I'm actually in tears about this - he was a wonderful man
you probably don't remember me but we lived around the the corner from you - do you remember Max & Anna
Tim

We haven't met for quite some time mate - but I have wonderful memories of great times together - you were are a true special person that is rare in this life
The Drum & Monkey in Alderley Edge with the kids, taking them swimming in Wilmslow on Sunday morning when they where very young - the share club with Johan, John, Malcolm etc
Sleep well my friend - taken too young - YNWA

Du var en fin pappa till våra barnbarn.

Simon, du har lärt mig så mycket mer än att simma i kallt vatten. För evigt tacksamma att jag fick lära känna dig och din positiva spirit kommer jag för alltid bära med mig.

Du kan gråta varje dag över att han är borta.

Eller du kan le för att han har levt.

Du kan sluta dina ögon och be att han kommer tillbaks.

Eller du kan öppna dina ögon och gråta över att han lämnade dig.

Ditt hjärta kan vara tomt för att du inte kan se honom

Eller det kan vara fullt av den kärlek du kände

Glädjen över att du har känt honom.

Du kan vända dig från morgondagen och sörja gårdagen

Eller du kan vara lycklig imorgon för att han var en del av ditt liv igår.

Du kan komma ihåg honom med ledsamhet att han är borta.

Eller du kan ära hans minne och låta det leva vidare

Du kan gråta, stänga din själ, vara tom och vända ryggen mot livet.

Eller du kan göra det han ville Le, öppna dina ögon, älska och gå vidare.

Simon, my dear friend your light will never go out.
By Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Friend........there are not enough meaningful words to describe such a loss that I feel. Whilst I will miss our time spent together, marmite mornings, Tea chats and debates, I shall not fret, for you are not gone. You are there.....and to you I dedicate this poem and wish you a joyous life and a safe flight.

The Dragonfly story

"Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond. Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever. Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem.
However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what he had found at the top. When he reached the top and climbed out of thwaterr onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed ,and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.

So, fly he did! And, as he soared ,he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends, and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been before.

His life had been fulfilled rather than ended. But his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come when they too would know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off into his joyous new life".

Simon, fina vän, jag saknar dig så oerhört mycket.

Simon var för mig en förebild av vänlighet, omtanke, närvaro, medmänsklighet och humor. Du kommer alltid att leva starkt i mitt minne och inspirera mig att vara en fin människa, som du.

Vackra Simon, så otroligt godhjärtad med en naturlig fallenhet för att se och bekräfta alla han mötte. Vila i frid.