Jim Willerton

Jim Willerton was my Dad and so much more. He was clever, funny and generous with his time and energy. He loved his rugby, reluctantly accepting the role of spectator having played and refereed for many years. He loved the jazz and the big band music of his youth, and could do a passable rendition of many a Frank Sinatra standard. He was endlessly curious about the world and a shrewd observer of humankind. He loved his crosswords and his quizzes. But most of all he loved my Mum, Barbara.