Graeme Wentworth Barlow

Graeme Wentworth Barlow was solid in the way the best people are solid. Reliable, opinionated, bloody-minded, yet warm hearted beneath a tough exterior that never quite hid how much he felt. He was a provider, a steady presence, the sort of man you could set your watch by and build a family around.

Born on 14th July 1948, Graeme lived a life measured less in grand gestures than in the quiet constancy of showing up. He loved his place on the sofa and the on the hour news, the roar of a motor race on the weekend, and, most of all, any fresh update on what his grandchildren were doing. Max, Evie, Carter, Roman, Victor and Karolina were his great delight, and though he was not always a man of many words about such things, the love was plain in the listening, the asking, the remembering.

He leaves behind his wife Christine, his children Daniel, Mandie and Chris, and the six grandchildren whose growing up gave him such joy. He was sensitive in ways he rarely said out loud, and those who knew him best learned to read the care in what he did rather than what he said.

This site is a permanent place to remember him. If Graeme touched your life, in ways large or small, you are warmly invited to share a photo, a story, or a few words. What is gathered here will stay, so that anyone who loved him, now or in years to come, can return and find him in the things we remember together. He will be deeply missed, and steadily, stubbornly, loved.