The obituary notice of Kevin Roy BAKER

In the midst of the twinkling lights and festive melodies that mark the arrival of Christmas and the New Year, there's a void that feels more profound than any winter chill. Kev, my dear friend, the absence of your warmth and presence this season is a poignant reminder of the depth of our bond.

I find myself reminiscing about that crisp January day, the 15th, when we shared laughter and tales, and you told me about the unexpected guest, CHARLIE. Through the snapshots you sent my way, I felt a part of those joyful moments, as if I were there, chuckling beside you. Your laughter was infectious, and those memories are now treasured gems that I hold close.

The 22nd of February stands as a stark contrast to those jovial memories. The silence of your unread messages left an echo that grew louder with each passing hour. As the hands of the clock moved relentlessly forward, anxiety replaced the initial confusion. Every tick of the clock felt like a relentless drumbeat, urging me to discover the truth. But how could I reach out? I lacked the numbers of those who might have known your whereabouts, like Sara or Malc, leaving me feeling helpless in my search.

Kev, as the festive lights twinkle and the world celebrates, know that your absence is felt deeply. Yet, I find solace in the memories we shared, in the laughter that echoed through our conversations, and in the bond that time nor distance can ever diminish. Though you may no longer be here to send me cards or share in these celebrations, you remain etched in my heart, a testament to a friendship that transcends time and space.

Rest in peace, dear friend. Until we meet again.

Dear Pauline so sorry for your loss, I discovered very recently that Kevin is a close bio match to me, I was born in Lincolnshire I am 73 years old, I have lived in New Zealand for the past 25 years, Susan Foster nee Smith my contact is [email protected]

I am writing to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, Kevin R Baker. My name is Mitra, and although I hail from Iran, Kevin was more than just a close pal to me; he was like family. Our bond transcended borders and cultural differences, solidifying our friendship over the span of more than a decade.
Kevin's untimely departure has left an indescribable void within me. I still remember the day, February 22, 2022, when I reached out to him, eagerly awaiting his reply. Little did I know that his silence was not due to oversight or negligence; it was the cruel embrace of death that had stolen him away from us. I never had the chance to bid him farewell, to express my gratitude for his unwavering companionship, and to let him know just how much he meant to me.
Today, I carry the weight of remorse for not being physically present by Kevin's side during his final moments. I had always promised him that I would stand by him, through thick and thin, and ensure that he would never face solitude. Regrettably, circumstances beyond my control prevented me from fulfilling that solemn pledge. Yet, as I stand here today, I know that Kevin's spirit understands the depth of my sorrow and forgives my absence.
As we bid farewell to Kevin, let us remember the lessons he taught us. Let us honor his memory by embracing the spirit of kindness and compassion that he exemplified. Let us strive to be the light in someone else's darkness, just as he was for us. Though Kevin may no longer be physically present, his legacy lives on in the lives he touched, the smiles he ignited, and the love he shared.
To Kevin R Baker, my dear friend and confidant, I express my deepest gratitude for the invaluable moments we shared. Your absence will be felt profoundly, but your memory will forever be etched in my heart. May your soul find eternal peace, and may your kindness continue to inspire us all.

A good man, he is sorely missed