Clive was born in Yardley Birmingham in May 1957 to Jack and Cynthia Morris. He was the middle child of two other brothers Steve and Roy. Clive was always determined to work hard and do well in life. He worked his way up the ladder and at the time of his death, was a much valued and appreciated member of Tenneco Walker UK. He was loyal to the company, having worked for them for 30 years and in that time, although he had suffered a number of illnesses he proved his determination to carry on, no matter what. I met Clive in January 1979 and I look back and smile when I think of the first time he asked me out. In a very aloof manner I replied "how dare you - you dont even know me!" Typical me! He kept on until I gave in (thankfully) and we started dating. In July 1982 we got married at St Marys Church Cubbington and I remember Clive being very impressed with the vicar, when he invited us over for a glass of beer in his garden, We kept in touch with Ken Lindop for many years and I will always remember that day as being full of love and laughter. We moved into our flat in Meriden and stayed for 18 months. We couldnt wait to get our own house and moved into 17 Daytona Drive, which was a house full of memories of children being born, parties, more children being born, more parties - how we loved life. In March 1988 our eldest son James was born, quickly followed in December 1989 with Jake. Clive was the proudest dad ever and he loved "his boys". He would say "It takes a man to father two sons". It was when I was pregnant with Gaby in 1994 when Clive's illnesses all started. He had his first DVT (deep vein thrombosis) and subsequently his first PE (pulmonary embolism). I do remember him being really stubborn when he was having his second PE and clutching his chest saying there was no need to ring the doctor. As our friends know, Clive and I were both forthright and determined to be heard - needless to say - I won ! 1994 was not the best of years as his dad Jack die leaving his wife Cynthia and sons devastated. However we saw the birth of our beautiful daughter Gaby in July 1994 and Clive's words were "It takes a man to father two boys and a daughter" Life was good, but Clive health was not, even though he never complained - he was always too busy, telling a joke or winding someone up in the pub, or being the life and soul of the party - how I miss his raucous laugh and his wonderful smile that lit up the room. He was then diagnosed in 1994 with Rheumatoid Arthritis. However that didnt stop Clive being there on the rugby touch line (you could see the pain on his face) - he was going to make sure he saw his boys play rugby come what may!. It didnt stop him meeting his mates in the pub for a drink or two. It never stopped him doing the simple things that meant so much to me. Ok, so he couldnt physically do a lot of things, but he always put me first and always made sure I was ok. He would tell me off when I had spent too much money (quite often!)then would bail me out and pay off my cards and then do the same again the following month (I never learnt and he knew that!) He would still smile that wonderful smile when I bought out another handbag and would say "Oh yes Sal and how long have you had that" Along the way, with his numerous illnesses (I wont go into that too much), his determination to never give in was apparent and he continued to do well at work. And in July 1998 we moved into our beautiful house in Balsall Common - how he loved that house and was so proud. He was to become the proudest man ever, when against all the odds, I told him I was pregnant. He would say "at least one part of my body works" and when our youngest daughter Hattie was born would say, with that twinkle in his eye and that wonderful smile "It takes a man to father two boys and two girls" Clive was an incredible man and yet very frustrating as well - the times he would pop to Homebase for a pot of paint, and would return a couple of hours later via the Bulls Head. We celebrated our Silver Wedding Anniversary in 2007 and had a wonderful cruise around the Canaries. Little did we know what was around the corner and in August 2007 my wonderful man was diagnosed with terminal cancer. After a very brave fight he lost his battle 28th October 2007.