Kieran was born in Clonmel Co Tipperary on the 29th December 1950 - He was a very bonny baby the first born of five children to Mai and Terry Coyne. And greatly loved and spoilt by all the family especially parents and grandparents. Kieran spent most of his childhood in Ireland –it was a lovely childhood, full of adventure, fun and freedom. Dad was in the army so we moved around a bit when we were young. We were living in a place called Loughmore in Co Tipperary - and one of the memories I recall, was when Kieran was about 6 years old, Dad had Kieran sitting on his knee in the drivers seat of his jeep, with Kieran steering the car. Kieran obviously thought he was a very confident driver after that and a few days later, my two cousins, Declan and myself were sitting in Dad's jeep with Kieran in the Driving seat when he decided to take us all for a little drive, he took the hand break off and we starting rolling down the hill outside our house. We thought it was great fun but I remember Dad and Mum chasing after us until the car slowly stopped at the bottom of the hill Another occasion Kieran decided to make a cart out of an old suitcase and put Dec and myself in it. Kieran was pretending to be a horse and tried to push us both up the hill and he ended up breaking his thumb Kieran loved playing cowboys and Indians with Dec and myself. He was always “ the Lone Ranger” and Dec was “Tonto”, we were never inside, just out playing every day Another memory is when we lived with our grandparents, while Dad was over in England . We had a mile and half journey into School everyday. The three of us would set off on our journey to school, with our packed lunch that Mum had made for us. About half way along the journey Kieran and Dec would sit on the wall - with a mischievous look on their faces, take out their packed lunch, start eating it – they would then give me a little wave goodbye and head off back home, and Kieran would announce “Ma the school gates were locked and we couldn't get in”. Mum would believe them and they would be off out playing their cowboys and Indians in the woods. I can tell you that went on for quite a while until the local priest came calling, asking Mum why Kieran and Dec weren't at school So many great stories of Kieran as a child. Kieran was great fun and Dec and I always looked up to our big brother. When Kieran was 11years old we moved to England which was a massive culture shock for all of us especially Kieran as he was at that age where he would be going on to secondary school. Also after the freedom in Ireland it was hard to be so restricted. But Kieran made lots of friends over the years and was very popular. Kieran liked nothing better than to party with his friends and family, especially between the ages of 15 to 18 years. He was always great fun! And always had either Elvis or The Rolling Stones playing on the stereo (his favourite pop stars) He loved football and a got a team together when he was around 15 with Dec and his friends - his favourite team was Tottenham When Kieran reached the age of 18 there were changes appearing in his personality. He went from a very outgoing young man to someone who started withdrawing from his friends. He stayed in and didn't want to socialise. Kieran was eventually diagnosed with mental health problems and also suffered from agoraphobia. Kieran accepted his illness and seemed to be happy once he had Mum and Dad there with him - and really spent the next 40 years, just really socialising with his family and not really leaving the house. His hobbies were a weekly bet on the horses and also Tottenham. Kieran adored his Mother and when Mum passed away recently, even though Kieran didn't show it, I know he was heartbroken. Kieran was a lovely man (a gentleman) who didn't have a bad bone in his body - just a beautiful person who I know is now with his beloved "Ma" Dad and Dec in Heaven. I can imagine Kieran and Dec playing a few pranks on Mum and Dad. God Bless you Kieran and thank you for the privilege of being my brother. Love you always Dee x

As Kieran’s Irish Uncle and God Father I would like, in my absence, to pay a small tribute to him. My earliest memory of Kieran is a beautiful young boy, fresh faced with a head of red curly hair and full of fun. After the family moved to England Kieran’s life changed. At about 16 years of age things altered for him and he became nervous of the outside world. Fortunately his family became his rock and in particular his mother, who devoted herself to looking after his every need. Kieran’s mother Mai was the love of his life and she was there for him any time of the day or night. He looked to her for advice and trusted her judgement completely. To illustrate that a little story; once while having his hair cut Kieran was asked if he liked it long or short. He replied, “I’ll ask Ma”. Sadly Mai died last November and I can only believe that Kieran never recovered from that heart breaking loss. We must now rejoice knowing that he is, once more surrounded by those who sheltered him in his last years; his father Terry, brother Declan and his beloved mother Mai. May he rest in peace.

I miss you and love you. I'm sure that you'll be happy with Nan, Grandad, Dec, and everyone else who's passed. I know you missed Nan very much, especially at breakfast when the three of us would have a laugh. God bless you, and I hope to see you again someday. ps. I think Louie will miss stealing the handkerchief from your pocket each morning too!