Malcolm Kitchingman

Our dad was such an amazing dad,grandad, great grandad,he worshiped us all it is hard to believe he as gone but never forgotten,we had laughter and tears with is illness ups and downs but the memories we have of him will never fade my dad was and still ls my hero and a gentleman he will be truly missed by all,the turn out for his funeral was amazing he add the best send off ever and so poneant but now he his with mum which is all he wanted they both will be dancing with the angels having fun,it is now time for you dad to have fun with mum your illness which was cruel as left you and you will be the perfect gentleman you always was,am going to miss you so much my heart is broken dad but you are free now 👨 to do wat you want ❤️ 💙 I love you millions which you always knew and I know you will always be buy my side whatever I do good night and god bless you and mum sleep tight love you loades.

A good friend and neighbour from Copley Street. We have some good memories from when our kids were growing up. They were great times then. I always remember you coming down the street to chat to me when I was washing my car. By the time you left I'd forgotten which part of the car I'd washed and had to start all over again. Rest in peace now Malcom xxx

In Loving Memory of My Grandad It’s hard to sum up a man like my Grandad in a few words, but if I had to try, I’d say he was the perfect balance of strength and love. A miner by trade, an ex-TA soldier, and a lorry driver—he lived a life of grit and purpose. But beyond all that, he was a devoted father and an unforgettable grandfather. He wasn’t one for big displays of emotion, but we always knew where we stood with him. He kept us in check—his sons, daughters, and grandkids—and we respected him for it. Every weekend when we were young, we’d go round to his for breakfast, a simple tradition that’s now a treasured memory. But God help you if you stepped on his garden! He had a love for adventure, and he never let age or sense get in the way of his choice in bikes—the bigger the better. Even in his later years, he was never one to shy away from a challenge. He travelled far and wide, from Australia to his beloved Greece, where they called him “The General”—a title he wore well, both for his stature and the respect he commanded. Even when dementia began to take hold, his spark remained. I didn’t visit as often as I should have, and I carry that with me, but when I did, he’d still ask—like clockwork—if I was “back on shift” or watching Police Interceptors. It was the same script every time, but somehow, it still made me smile. He spoiled us at Christmas and birthdays, not just with gifts but with his presence. And above all else, I admire how he managed to lead with discipline and still be so loved by all of us. He was a man to look up to, in every sense. Grandad, you were one of a kind. Thank you for everything. Rest easy—you’ve more than earned it.

I will always remember the first time I met you on our holiday in Zante. We spent a wonderful time at Denny’s bar on the beach front, chatting away all night long (along with a drink or two!). I loved hearing all of your stories, you really had an amazing life xxx

Morning Malc, Tripey here, I hope you and Lynn have a nice spot up there in Heaven, telling her stories of your trip to visit Tripey in Australia, such a good time , the beaches, Sydney Harbour, Opera house, The Huge bridge, you loved it all malc, especially the Sunshine, we had a good laugh together eh malc, the long road Trains, Mark would love to see them you said, Biggest Hugs from Tripey and Bebot in Australia.

All the times you used love winding us all up taking mick out of us. You may have gone but never for gotten always in are hearts and forever cherish you love u always xx