Thank you to everyone for being with us today, Curtis would be so proud to see so many friends and family.
Curtis has always been a car person.  When he was little, he had hoards of toy cars.  He would lay on the floor for hours, lining them up in various orders, putting all the same colours together, then changing them into size order, then into the fastest to the slowest.  I remember asking him how he knew which was faster. He replied quite proudly, that the more exhausts it had meant it was faster.  That is something that will always stick in my mind.
He was one of those gifted people who could see a finished article in his mind, even before he had started to build it.  This stood him in good stead as he ventured into an engineering career.
Curtis loved life, nothing was ever too much for him, he would always lend a hand to whoever needed it.  He would always put other people first.  Sometimes, the odd person would take advantage of this and whenever I would try to talk to him about this, he would just smile and tell me that he didn’t mind, he was happy to help.  This was the kind of person he was, generous to the core.
There was this time, when Curtis was about 10 or 11; he played for Stalbridge Youth Football Club.  To say they weren’t the most skilful team would have been an understatement!!  However, as a team, all they wanted to do was to kick a ball about.  They had a match in Yeovil, that they lost 23-1, they didn’t care.  Curtis came off the pitch with the biggest grin because they had scored a goal.  He always saw the good in any situation.  On one occasion, he stopped them scoring a goal with his face, i was expecting to see him crying, but he came running past me, with a huge grin on his now red face, saying “did you see that dad; I stopped them scoring a goal.” Typical Curtis.
Curtis had high family values, nothing was more important than family.  He loved his family fiercely, although at times, he argued with all of us.  During their late teens, Curtis and Savana always had a healthy competitive relationship.  Especially as both of them were so into their cars and both being mechanically minded.  They would bicker with each other, but whoa betide anyone else who would upset Savana and vice versa.  Even I would think twice if the two of them ganged up on me.  The underlying love that Curtis had was such a strong unbreakable foundation.  He always had his families backs.  When Curtis was 12, Shaun came into his mum’s life.  Curtis welcomed him into his family circle.  Shaun has also played an important role in Curtis’s upbringing and values.  Curtis was lucky to have two dads who loved him and I know he loved us both so much too. 4 years ago Seraphina was born and I know he adored her from day 1.
Every person that has ever met Curtis could not deny his enthusiasm for life.  He always had a smile on his face.  I have had so Many people come up to me and comment on his smile, or as several of his friends have said, his stupid grin!!!  Some people had only known him when he was 10 or 11 and even with only a brief interaction, have said how much he had influenced or improved their lives, with his zest for life.
Curtis had his fair share of cars in such a short space of time, from a Peugeot 106 that never ever started to a top of the range BMW, to his dream car, a Nissan 200sx.  I would often get phone calls or messages asking for help to either fix or modify something on whichever car he had at the time.  We spent hours under a car trying to figure out issues or problems, me in overalls and Curtis in a Pair of tatty jeans, which his car family here today, will have no doubt seen him in.  I will always cherish those memories.
Three weeks ago, I, along with his mum, Jennifer, had the absolute honour to be asked to drive his old car, the BMW and lead a memorial drive from Haynes Motor Museum to Westbay.  I was humbled and emotional when I arrived there to see over 150 cars, most of which, joined us today, taking part.  Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart, to Aaron Collard for organising it.  I will never forget it.
We both trained in Tae Kwon Do, making it all the way to Black Belt.  Our sparring sessions were rather intense as we were both rather competitive. Everyone used to think that Curtis was a softy, but trust me when I say, you wouldn’t want to be hit by him in anger. His punch was formidable and he could kick out about a foot higher than my head.  Just ask his instructor, Rob Angel.
Curtis was in a really good place at his time of passing. He enjoyed the time he was at AJN Steel. Although he didn’t always like the actual work, his work mates there made his days interesting and amusing and i am sure they will agree that he had an influence in their days too.
Curtis had also met his girlfriend, Sam, who he couldn’t wait to introduce to us when he came to visit.  I could see that he was happy and in love.  She ignited an extra happy spark in him whenever we talked about them.
Curtis used to say that he was proud of both his mum and myself.  I had just completed an Arctic Challenge for charity.  His last message to me was that he was so proud of me and I was his hero. Well, son, I am immensely proud of who you were and who you had grown up into, a polite, loyal, loving and selfless young man.
Curtis, I miss you and I love you and always will. You are my hero.