He lived with the sky in his heart,
a boyhood dream carried into a man’s steady hands—
forty‑four years of courage, kindness,
and a horizon that always called his name.
Jeremy moved through the world with the calm certainty of someone born to fly.
EasyJet’s bright orange wings became his second home,
and he rose to Captain not just in title, but in spirit—
trusted, admired,
the kind of pilot who made strangers feel safe and colleagues feel proud.
New Zealand shaped him too—
those early training days, the wide southern skies,
the mountains that seemed to breathe with him.
He held that country close, spoke of it with a light in his eyes,
and was already charting his course back to the place that felt like a second beginning.
But the world turned suddenly on 12 April 2026,
and the sky he loved so fiercely opened without warning.
He left his home quietly, far too soon,
leaving a silence that feels impossible to measure.
Yet Jeremy’s story does not end in that silence.
It lives in the laughter of two younger sisters,
in the bright eyes of two nieces and two nephews,
His beloved parents and family.
And though he has slipped beyond our sight,
his flight is not over.
He is in every sunrise that washes the clouds gold,
in every engine hum that lifts a plane into the blue,
in every moment when the sky feels suddenly wider than it did before.
Jeremy, may your wings be unburdened now.
May the winds you loved carry you softly.
And may those of us who remain find comfort in knowing that you are still flying—
just higher than we can see.
Kiwi cousins Richard, Patrick, and honoree cousin Anita
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