As read by Martin Sale at the funeral. [Song] - Time Of Your Life - Green Day. "That song was Time of your life by Green Day and it will always remind me of Dad. It has a very specific memory behind it. I was discovering music on my own when I was a young teenager and thinking I was all cool and knew all this good music and I was talking to dad about the ‘new’ music I liked and Dad told me about this diddly diddly pop song that he had heard and liked... which just so happened to be.... Time of your life by Green Day. That was a moment I realised that Dad wasn’t this old man stuck in his ways. He was still current and up to date with his music right up until the very end. From then on we had a great time sharing music with each other; almost competitively trying to outdo each other about new bands before the other had heard it. That was just one gift Dad has left me, his eclectic taste in music, and he left several around the family as well. Shortly after we lost Alex Dad said to Mum in a time of darkness that his gift with his hands, his carpentry was all he had to pass on to us boys. It was, he thought, his legacy and as Alex was the only one that was following on in his footsteps he was saddened by this ... but he couldn’t have been more wrong. If you look around this church there are several people here who owe so much to Dads influence. Oliver and his usefulness with his hands and though it’s not with wood he found his calling with machines – cars and now airplanes; and not to mention his love for motorbikes. Jonathon, the ultimate handyman, give him an engine or a piece of wood and he’ll give you something that works back, and he has said he owes a lot of that to Dad. Julian, his love of timber working in the trade. Mum, me we all have so much to pass on that Dad has given to us. Kerry Sale born, 10th July 1948 in Birdhurst Nursing Home in Croydon. He was brought back to Stone Cottage Chelsham where his mother and grandmother were living after selling the family business, The White Bear at Fickleshole. Dad moved to Harrow Road when he was 3 years old and lived at 25 until he married my mum in 1975 having bought 27 moving in next door to my grandmother. John, dad’s eldest brother with his wife Lily moved from 27 into number 23, thereby being able to keep an eye on my grandmother until her death in 1980. Dad was never one for change and despite my mum’s best endeavours to try to move as we all came along dad was resistant to any form of change. Dad was a quiet man of few words. That’s not to say he was a grumpy man in the corner or unintelligent or boring. He was a bright, fun, witty man that when he spoke you wanted to listen to him. Not one for shouting or having a temper, guys that he worked with would say he's so laid back he was practically horizontal. He could do all his telling off in ‘one look’ a look that could say a thousand words, all of which I couldn't repeat here. His murderous look Jon and Ju will remember it very well if I say beach ball. And plenty of other people here will remember being on the receiving end of it too no doubt. Dad was not a serious man he was fun. I was reminded of a wonderful moment I remember of Dad a few days ago. The Full Monty was on telly and I remember the first time we watched that as a family, Dad getting into a huge fit of giggles, when Mark Addy got that toy ring stuck on his wrist, such a small moment in the film but it tickled dad so much he was bright red and laughing like a jack hammer; it infected the whole family and we were just laughing for ages. It was just a really nice memory. His relaxed nature was coupled with an enthusiastic competitive streak when it came to him two sporting passions. Octopush and rugby. Octopush is a bit of a Sale family institution; all the males of the family have played it at some point in their lives. And, for the most part, played it well. Dad was a strong swimmer, a tough guy with a good pass and when it got rough as octopush can get, a swift defender of his team mates and family. Ju remembers Dad swimming in to save him when West Wickham was giving him a rough going over. He played at top pools like Crystal Palace and in top events like the club championships in Holland. And Rugby which become Dads haven... He would come and watch me play week in week out. Cold Sunday mornings on the touch line shouting "come on Warl"! Giving me the talk after we lost, 'Do you think you did as well as you could?' Or when we won 'You should have scored back there'. It became his social outlet and there is an infamous tale of Dad taking 3 hours to get home with a young Oliver after a club gentleman's evening featuring Martin Bayfield as guest speaker. For more details I'm sure Oli will be telling the story later. At the ripe age of 50 he decided to dust off the old boots and have a few run outs with the vets! Taking after his boy and playing tight head. And even after I stopped playing, Dad could be seen regularly down the club with Mike Stevens or Tony Doe watching the six nations or World Cup matches. I would be remise if I left without saying something about his main love of his life, not his motorbikes or his hammers, but his wife, our Mum, Kathy. They met in Top Rank Suite in Croydon in 1971 and got married in 1975 and for 38 years they were truly in love, through thick and thin they stuck together through it all. When Alex passed away and the doctors/experts said 90% of marriages break down after a loss of a child they stood looking perplexed thinking how ludicrous it would be to be apart. At every road bump, every devastation they just held on to each other, on to the love that kept them together. And that is really what got him though his last months. Now I’ll leave you with this. An insight in to Dad rarely seen. Julian and Oliver were ribbing me a few days ago asking me where I got my silly romantic side from, saying it’s not the Sale way, but I’ll tell you where I got it from (point to Dad) maybe he was never as ostentations as me but it was always there. Dad was at home one day not too long ago, his illness was progressing so he couldn’t work but he could be at home by himself. He was at home listening to music when mum came home. He beckoned her over and played her a song and said that this song is about her... and they sat there hand in hand listening (mum crying). See even with the terrible disease Dad's thoughts, his happy thoughts were about Mum. He might not have been one for public displays of affection but he was an old romantic at heart. Kerry Sale: A hard worker, a loving husband, a devoted father and a truly wonderful man that if I can be half as strong as he was I would be very happy. I’m sure Oli would say the same. I love you Dad. Here’s the song he played for Mum that evening..." [Song] Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars