From Isabel May

Dear Victoria, Seamus and Rachel

I have been reading this site everyday now since Alex told me it was up and running. What it makes me realise is that that Max a warm, caring, generous, funny, charming man - as he was when I knew him best as a little (and sometimes really annoying!) boy and a good friend of my younger brother Alex.

I am sorry that I did not come to know Max as a grown up but I am glad that I knew him at all.

The overriding memory I have is of him and Alex trying to crush Rachel and I in this sofa we had at our home in Brooksville Avenue that was designed a bit like a sandwich. It would always start out as a bit of an older sister/younger brother battle and within 5 minutes descend into a disaster with everyone screaming and then all would go back to normal – Rachel and I drawing something and Alex and Max setting up epic battles or racing tracks in Alex’s bedroom.

Max was a major part of my childhood memories of Queens Park, of the boys and their football teams, the crazy golf course, the Saturday afternoons spent at Rachel’s and those memories would not be the same without him.

I am so, so sorry that this has happened and I am thinking of you all.

Isabel x