Colin Boake

I remember being a young boy when I started to understand that Colin was so very close to my Dad in looks and sound and mannerism. From that point, as I grew to know him, he was always a very special Uncle. Seeing him was always a huge treat, because I knew I would get a dose of that unique Boake thing. The legs standing in a particular way at a braai, the gripping of a beer and most importantly, always, that double-trouble, infectious, chortling laugh. If Jock answered the phone at home and started speaking, you always knew if it was Colin because the tone of the call was so totally unique. Sometimes initiated by a few zulu words here and there and seemingly, at times, requiring hardly any words at all. Always an intimate transmission of code, interspersed with guffawing. I remember seeing Colin dancing late night at weddings, doing the gumboot jive with my Dad, such amazing memories. He will be so very missed. All our love to his family, nuclear and much extended, at this time. Love from Robbie, Ciara, Adabelle, Fiadh Rós, Birdie Blue. XxxxX