First of all to Valerie, Tyler and my whole Family I love you dearly. A tribute to Michael, well where do you start? Memories start flooding in. We (the Geneve’s) had the wonderful luck of growing up in Osborne Park on acres of land which served as the families driving school, motor bike track amongst many other things. So when my niece’s and nephew’s came along it was even more fun. My first car was a black FX Holden so after making Michael suffer one horse power at an early age (my horse) I decided he could progress to my car. By this time Michael would have been about nine years old at the most, so we raided Nan’s pillows and set off. The pillows were to use under him, behind him and anywhere else so that he could reach the clutch, brake, etc. He did really well even then and was so full of confidence. Not everyone got to drive the BLACK FX. The fun we had when I lived in Horne Hill and the family would visit; as I didn’t have a pool the kids all ten or so would all pile into a horse trough to stay cool. Primitive to say the least but they all had a ball. In later years the wonderful trips in the bus to Manjimup, Bunbury etc. Ever thoughtful Michael would invite me along if there was room and I will treasure those times. The Saturday before he passed away Michael asked my sister to call me and I was invited to join them and Tyler out at the Solo track in Wanneroo. Tyler as usual played speedway around our chairs most of the night so Michael went off to chat to some people not to far away. Little Tyler finally got game enough to play with some children but he was where his Dad, Nana and I could keep an eye on him. As kids do they pick up things and throw them around so Tyler found a sign (plastic) and decided to make it fly through the air. Just as well there was no race on at the time as fly it did right onto the track. My sister and I cracked up not because Tyler had done it but the horrified look of embarrassment on Michael’s face. We couldn’t stop laughing so he finally got up the courage to go down and chastise him when he thought that no one was watching. We all had a good laugh on the way home. There are so many special memories but I will finish off with remember him.   Remember Him. Remember him when flowers bloom Early in the spring, Remember him on sunny days In the fun that summer brings, Remember him in the fall As you walk through leaves of gold, And in the wintertime—remember him In the stories that are told. But most of all remember Each day- right from the start, As He will be forever near As He lives within our hearts.   Aunty Sue