At times, he was a man of few words, and yet you almost always knew what he was feeling through his expressions and actions. Knowing, determined, patient, stubborn, with a deep sense of right and wrong. Despite his aging body, he held on to an energetic soul to the end and retained a boyish charm, and a strong sense of fun.
I will miss this man every day. But more than anything, I feel so very lucky, and thankful, to have had him as my Dad, and for my son’s to have had him as their loving and fun-filled Grandad.; because we couldn't have hoped for better.
Bri Mitchell will live on through us, as we move forward with goodness in our hearts, a cheeky glint in our eyes, and a mischievous smile upon our faces.
|Bri and his older brother Roy|
|A keen footballer, he proudly played for Chesterfield Boys Team|
|On a boys holiday to Blackpool|
|Aged 17, with his wife to be, my Mum, Joy|
|He was a fantastic Dad to me his only child|
|With me and my Mum at a family wedding|
|Wonderful Grandparents to my two boys|
|Bri always had time for his family|
|Passing on his knowledge and skills|
|My Dad, with goodness in his heart, a cheeky |
glint in his eye, and a mischievous smile
upon his face.