Maxamillion!!!

Maxamilion....what a wonderful, warm and charasmatic young man who will be missed immensely by his family and friends. My memories of Max date way back to when he was very small. Being the little brother of Rachel who was my buddy and the best friend of my little brother Owen. I remember Max as a little boy being so full of adventure and life, swinging from the rope swing in the garden and climbing trees and i also remember being well impressed by the scar that was left on his arm after he broke it. It was like Frankensteins!!! Once when Rachel and I were about 18 Max somehow hurt his fingers and Rachel had been left in charge...she had to take him to Casualty at St. Marys in a taxi because she thought they might be broken....what a doting big sis. Meal times used to be fun at the O'connells because you could bet Max would get into trouble for goofing around or not eating his dinner.

As the years went by I used to bump into Max either at the Irish or walking round Queens Park and he was always interested in what I was doing and how things were going. I will never forget his warm smile and gentle nature. Max you are a legend and so very very loved by all whos lives you touched. We will never forget you.

Hannah Cutts