Memories of Malcolm by Katy As a person, my father had many honourable qualities that he instilled in both myself and Alex: a sense of duty, decency, reliability and respect. Even during times of conflict, he taught us to respect each other and find common ground. He taught me to look after my loved ones and to do the right thing. He was a serious and disciplined man, but he could never resist the opportunity to have a laugh with friends and loved ones, particularly with a rum or two. And with his tie around his head, he would enjoy busting a few moves on the dance floor as well. When my dad was 16 years old, he joined the navy and learnt to be independent and resourceful. Whilst I was preparing for this, I found out from some of his friends that he had earned the nickname ‘Smot’ in Lane Division at HMS Fisgard. During his time as Smot, he learnt the value of working hard to get through his apprenticeship when he finally dropped his nickname and became Mal. Upon learning this, I realised that this was the reason why he had taught me to work hard at school and encouraged all my ideas, even if it was to make a hamster cage out of an old bookcase. We spent some time in the garage figuring out how my hamster Sandy could get between the shelves, but with a little bit of determination and some make-shift stairs, we knew anything was possible. Dad was a straightforward man who demanded little from those around him, and who expected only the best for his two children. My father was my role model and I’ve tried to live by his example. His kindness to others, always finding the time to help in any way he could. Whether it was supporting his colleagues in the Information Systems Training Unit or answering queries in the Senior Rates’ Mess committee or teaching my husband how to fix the toilet, no problem was too small for him. He was a generous man and a kind-hearted soul, even giving my two cats Christmas presents each year. He may have tried to act tough, but he was a complete softie. My father was resilient. For example, one of dad’s many loves was hockey. He was a talented goalkeeper. However, after he managed to get a few knocks to the head, he decided that it was safer umpiring in the Royal Navy and local hockey. When I asked him about this, he would simply say, “Worse things happen at sea”. His passion for the sport was something he passed onto me, as I played hockey when I was young. He took me to all my games and watched me from the sidelines, giving many tips naturally. All those around him could see his love for the sport, even when he was chasing them for money as treasurer for Gosport Hockey Club. It’s difficult to imagine him not being around and I’m not sure how we will all cope. It gives me great comfort seeing so many people here to say goodbye to Dad today, showing just how loved he was and how much he will be missed. But his life has not ended, as it will be passed on through his children to generations yet to come. In a thousand years, his life will still be present in them and his legacy will live on. Fair winds and calm seas Dad. I will always love you.

On behalf of the RN Hockey Association we would like to pass our sincere condolences to Malcolm’s family , he was a stalwart of RN and local hockey and will be sorely missed 😢 Steve Lemon

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar RIP Mal, a lovely lovely chap. Xxx.Georgina Davies