John Fishley Crahart born Beckenham, Kent, 28th June 1931.  His family, Mother Frances, Father Fritz, two brothers, Redvers and William and one sister Ruby.
	He left school at 14 to work in a printers, then tailoring for a very short while and then onto an office in Beckenham, Small Electric Motors.  He was encouraged here to go into book keeping. He started attending night school and in 1962 qualified as an Accountant.  A Few more companies down the line and the big break came when he became Chief Accountant at Coca Cola, a Company that he always felt part of even when years later he moved over to Allied Lyons.  He was always a Coke man!
	John was known affectionately by his middle name Fishley or Fish and met and married me, his Tina, in 1965.  He had been married once before and had a daughter Caron who he was glad to be back in touch with in recent years.  Tina and Fishley made an unlikely couple in the early days as there was quite an age difference and also, strange to think now, but divorce carried a  stigma.  I think there were thoughts that it might not work but it did and so well.  Our marriage was built on total respect and huge love for each other that was never shaken.  We were so delighted when Lee was born in 1972 and he never ceased to amaze Fishley with his adventures and ideas, he was fiercely proud of Lee and everything that he has achieved.
	Fishley retired at 60 in 1991 and the fun started with a month in Canada in a camper van driving across The Rockies, many other holidays and adventures with Lee (and sometimes me) followed.
	When in 1997 he was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, a particularly rare form of cancer, we knew that his time was limited but we were all determined to get the best out of it that we could.  Fishley decided that he wanted to deal with it, quietly and positively, so as a family unit  we could remain as close and untouched by the disease as possible.  Even with many treatments of chemotherapy, radiotherapy and 2 stem cell transplants, we still as a family in between times, did good and happy things, so have the best memories.  During the last weeks when we were told that Fishley wasn't going to survive he spent the time on the project of making sure we were ready.  With Lee he ordered a new car so that I would be safe on the roads.  Choosing poetry for his cousin Frank to read, writing his piece for the service and his obituary for the Daily Telegraph, his favourite news paper, he even chose his music.
	We were lucky to have had time to say the things and laugh at the things right up until the end on that Friday night when Fishley died so peacefully in his own house and bed as he had planned it.  I also get great comfort knowing that he was totally content with his life and adored us his family.  We will miss him, his courage and goodness, and his joy for living forever.
	Tina's words