The following messages of condolence and symbols
have been added in memory of Arthur.

It is with great sadness that we learned of the passing of Uncle Arthur.
I have strong childhood memories of him as a fun Uncle -one of the three wonderful uncles who delighted our childish lives during the holidays I spent in my younger years at Timberlea. The other two being Uncle Henry and Uncle Stan of course.
He had a rather dramatic attention grabber of an act that sent chills down our spines with horrible anticipation. All the cousins will remember this:
He would, with all the flare of a showman, hold a large tin of fruit straight up in the air over his head, pausing for dramatic effect, and Grandma would be saying "no Arthur, no"! I have a wonderful memory of his determination and the twinkle in his eye as he persisted with the terrible demonstration.
Suddenly he would smash it down on his outstretched middle finger on the edge of the dining table very rapidly and grinning, would show us the dent in the fruit tin.
No harm done to his finger! a few adventurous cousins tried that out later without having paid due attention to the words of warning which accompanied the act!
Please accept our condolences all of you, Peter, John, Steven and Suzanne and to your extended families and especially to Estelle.
A great character, a great loss!
Our thoughts are with you, even though we are unable to be there with you in person.
Jennifer and George Graham and family

This came as a shock to me to hear about Arthur’s passing. I am in disbelief and awe .We have lost a wonderful loving, caring, genuine compassionate human being. The flow of humanity in him is a much more fitting tribute to Arthur. I still remember his wonderful smile, ever so happy.
My deepest condolences to Estelle and the whole family. Sorry for your loss. But remember that “God didn’t promise days without pain, but He did promise to light the way. He also promised that He will comfort and give us strength in our moments of deepest need and that one day our tears will turn to laughter”
I wish l had gotten this massage earlier to watch the virtual ceremony, but time difference is a factor in this.
Remember the power of love lives on beyond the people who have shared its joy!
Love you all very much 🙏🏾🙏🏾
💕
Rose Banda

Dear Estelle and family
We are thinking of you all at this sad time. Love to all the family.
I remember the fun I had as a youngster when Uncle Arthur came to visit
Richard and Magda

We are sad to read of Arthur’s passing.
Arthur and Estelle were great family friends to my parents Ian and Joan and all our family. Thinking of Arthur brings back many great and happy memories of our time living in Larch Crescent. Arthur was one of life’s true gentlemen.
Our deepest sympathies to Estelle, Peter, John, Steven, Suzanne, partners
and families
Neil & Pauline Stuart

Farewell Arthur.

We celebrate the life of a man who showed great love, devotion and joy to his family and his friends. He lived proud life. He showed great compassion and acceptance of others no matter their fortunes or misfortunes. He always showed kindness, generosity and forgiveness.

His devotion to his beloved Estelle is a beautiful role model, as is the loving and caring family they raised, and the extended Vale and Fraser families.

Arthur, I will miss your candor, I will miss your measured wit and that wry sparkle in your eye when you tell one of those stories and have a good laugh.

Dearest Estelle & Family
Our Deepest Sympathy And Love
Ian & Jeanne Phillips

Dear Aunty Estelle, Peter, John, Steven and Suzanne and all of your partners and families. On this sad occasion we send you warm hugs and let you know that we are thinking of you all. Uncle Arthur was a cherished uncle and he will live on in our memories.

Dear Sue
Sending you, Cam, your mother and your family our sincere sympathies. Losing your beloved dad must be so painful. Thinking about you and sending you our thoughts and love and you now and in the future as you all grieve. We know he would have been so proud of you and all that you are and that you were a huge source of joy in his life. Lots of love to you, Katrina, Vaughan Max and Ruben

Dear Sue,
I didn’t know Arthur well, but you are such a dear and remarkable friend that I can only think of him and Estelle with great fondness and high regard. Sending love.
Kelly

The world has lost a man who gave 100% to whatever he did- his love & support of his family, particularly the beautiful
Estelle is probably the best example. His care & respectful, considered interactions went way beyond his own family. Arthur, thank you for all you did for & with my parents as my brother & I grew up. So many happy times, especially on Sundays after church. When life was a challenge or a joy, you were generous in your support, love, laughter & unspoken understandings. So very important at that time, particularly for Judith & Rod. With deep gratitude & love to Estelle, Peter, John, Steven, Suzanne & your families at this sad & difficult time, as you reflect on all he was & did for you, & get used to living without his physical presence on the planet. I know you will carry the best of him within each of you. Merryn Anstee

Thinking of you all,
Helen has said wonderful words to express the joy Uncle Arthur had brought to any gathering, (who can forget Stan, Henry dry delightful wit as well). A wonderful role model for me and hope I can be half the men they were. Love to all, Markham.

Hi Sue & Cam and wider family,
Well I didn’t know your dad. What I do know is that you loved and respected him. You enjoyed his company and spending time with him in all ages and stages of his and your life. So he must have been OK, right.
Now you are sad and that makes me sad too. I’ve always loved the line in this poem “Look for me under your boot soles” I hope you like it too. xxx

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow’d wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;
Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.


Excerpted from "Song of Myself," in Leaves of Grass.
This poem is in the public domain.

Sue and our extended Australian whanau, Our love is with you.
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

Uncle Arthur was one of a kind. A great man with clear lenses - always positive, supportive, interested, a great listener - always wanting to learn more, full of fun and encouraging through jocularity.
He lit up the room and his joy was infectious. We were, as a family when I was young, so proud of his achievements “My uncle/brother travelled around the world with 6 million dollars in his pocket to buy computers for Australia”. I feel blessed to have spent such treasures time with him and Aunty Estelle, whom I am thinking of deeply. I feel especially grateful have taken Uncle Arthur to a service at the Shrine, of the Odd Bods, and to watch his curious face sharing afternoon tea with all the old airmen afterwards, in the bowels of the place. His curiosity for answers through heartbreak for his brother was precious to share.
Col will miss talking farming with him.
I loved him so much. It’s very hard to say goodbye, but I take comfort knowing he is having a joke with Mum. May he rest in Peace.
Sending huge hugs to you all, as you walk this journey XXXX