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Doug, the memories i have are from the days u and dom hooked up at corpus christi school in 1995 the times u were put on the wall and as soon as mrs nunn moved u followed her around the playground. What can i say about 263, we moved in and on ur 1st visit u broke the toilet light switch, then doms chair then doms bedroom door, i was waitingf for u to visit nottingham to see what u could break, looking forward to hearing u call me mum again, now i will never know what u could of destroyed lol.

R.I.P Doug,

you have left a hole in my heart xxx
Diane Magro


Well, there are many stories I can tell about Dougie, trying to find the best one is hard. So I will condense a few down... Dougie would forever be at our house after school, Mention of food, Dougie was happy. Poor Dom wasn't when he found half a portion of spaghetti bolognese on his plate where Dougie was eating the other half! If he wasn't at the dinner table with us, he would be wrecking our house...1st the light switch in the bathroom, then Dom's bedroom door, (Doug, doors aren't there to be wrestled with) and lastly Dom's favourite computer chair. And the thing was, you could never tell him off as he just made you chuckle!
Doug, we might have let you get away with it in our house, but you won't be able to in God's house, so no getting ideas lol!
Joanne Magro-Rooney


DOUGGIE IN CUBA
It was with great shock and sadness that I learned of Douglas's untimely death. Here was a person you fully expected to accomplish great things in life. He had an insatiable curiosity and an encyclopedic knowledge in many fields.

I fondly remember Douggie in Cuba on a month-long holiday, which turned out to be much more than a holiday for him. It was the furthest he'd ever been from London, and he swore that he would go much further on his travels when he got the chance.

In Cuba, he was in his element--he revelled in speaking Spanish and making new Cuban friends. He spent hours snorkelling and exploring the marine environment on the coast. He loved the seafood cooked up in the private homes where we stayed, and the fresh-brewed chocolate drinks at breakfast. He was thrilled to be in the historic city of Havana, taking in everything from Castro's revolution to Hemingway's haunts.

Douggie was a live wire--cracking jokes, starting arguments, carousing-- and quaffing a beer when his parents weren't looking. Douggie's adventurous spirit was infectious. He spoke about going to many countries, and never seemed to even consider his diabetes to be a hindrance in that quest. And now that quest has come to an end before it even got off the ground. That is truly tragic, with so much potential and such a promising life before him.

My deepest condolences to John and Teresa McNeill on the loss of their precious son, and to Patrick and Helena McNeill on the loss of their brother. Douggie is my relative--but I will always think of him as my kindred spirit. A very adventurous spirit.
--from cousin Michael
Michael Buckley