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TOMKINSON (Kevin):
To my beloved son, you are missed every day. Ride your motorbike high in the clouds with Brutus on your fuel tank like you used to on Bickley Road. Love from your father Bob Tomkinson, your sister Ash, your daughter Ana and her mother Jo and your brother-in-law Adam. Linda says hello and all the neighbours. Fly high Mellon Head. Gone but not forgotten.