This is something I've written for grandad A last fish too soon: Early morning wake ups No attitude in tow. To go for a fish with grandad, It's out of bed you go. Big fish are aplenty If you let him lead the way Then off to the mangonui pub Much to grans dismay For fish is not her favourite food But family time comes first. So off we go, no time to waste. Good feed and quenching thirst. To know there was a last time Is something we can't comprehend. When "nice to see you" "No its not" Has an untimely end. Our humor, love and laughter, a war of words not spared Though Not understood by others Is something we always shared. You never know when time is up For life is no cartoon But this I'll know forever Your last fish was too soon.

Neil was always warm, kind, friendly and welcoming to myself and my family whenever we were in the Far North. I am so sorry for your loss and send my sympathies and love to the Bainbridge family. X

I have always enjoyed Neills' company whenever I have spent time with him. I am thinking of you Sheryl and send my condolances.

I haven't known Neill very long but he was always happy to share his fishing stories and did a great job on the fish smoker. Taken too soon. RIP Neill.

I want to share these comforting words that were sent to me: "Think of him as living In the hearts of those he touched For nothing loved is ever lost And he was loved so much."

Rest easy my ocean loving brother -in-law on the everlasting sea. 🩵