Some people move through the world quietly, but leave a mark that echoes long after they’re gone. Uncle Nick was one of those rare souls. He didn’t need grand gestures or loud declarations—his love showed up in the way he was always there when you needed him. Steady. Kind. Present. The sort of presence that makes you feel safe just knowing he exists.
His life was taken far too soon, and the unfairness of that will always sting. But the way he lived—showing up, helping without hesitation, offering comfort without judgement—left a legacy that time can’t erase.
He was the person you could lean on, the one who’d listen, the one who’d quietly make things better just by being himself. Uncle Nick may have been taken too short, but the impact he made was deep, lasting, and full of heart. He will always be missed, and he will always be loved. ♥️♥️♥️
Laura Goodfellow
27/01/2026