The obituary notice of Gerald Charles DEE

So sorry to hear of the loss of Gerald. I have many happy childhood memories of playing with Tricia in his wonderful garden , which I used to access by climbing over the fence at the bottom of our garden. He was always working away in the garden on the pond or the compost heap while my grandfather worked on ours .
Condolences to Tricia , Chris and family

In loving memory of Uncle Gerald who always made us so welcome when we stayed with him and his family as children.
Jane Arnold ( Dee)

In fond memories of my brother. After my father died in 1939 we lived with my mother, grandfather and grandmother in Southfield Road, Gloucester. Common interests were During(GWR), scouting, cricket, "Tommy" Riches, and gardening. During the war we were "chased" by a German aircraft and hid in a Baker's van. Shrapnel hit the shed in the garden which was our den. I will always remember being part of your family. Rest in peace.

Sorry to hear this sad news, Gerald was a great character!

In memory of my uncle. You always made my family welcome and always so pleased to see us. We were so fond of your beautiful garden and will remember the last time we sat at the top of it with yourself and Paula both so proud. You will be missed and I will regret that I didn't get dad to you in time for you brothers to say a final goodbye. You will live on in our memories. X

In loving memory of my Uncle Gerald Dee, whose kindness, warmth and playful spirit touched everyone he met. Gerald brought joy to our lives with his laughter and love of simple pleasures, whether a game of my favourite Flounders, a friendly croquet match in his beautiful garden or quiet moments spent by his stunning pond, watching the fish and many Dragonflies.
His presence was a blessing and his memory will forever be cherished.
Sara Dee.

In loving memory of my Uncle Gerald Dee, whose kindness, warmth, and playful spirit touched everyone he met. Gerald brought joy to our lives with his laughter and love of simple pleasures, whether a game of my favourite Flounders, a friendly croquet match in his beautiful garden, or quiet moments by his stunning pond watching the fish and the many Dragonflies.
His presence was a blessing and his memory forever cherished.