Curtis Sweet

To a close friend who was taken so suddenly on Tuesday 3rd June. Its so hard to believe you are no
longer here. Remember the time when we were younger we cooked biscuits on a fire behind your mums
house. And also remember the good time we had at the cult gig and all the good times we have shared
over the years. I will always remember you RIP Curtis you are safe in Gods hands now another of his
precious angels, look out for my little sister for me. No more pain and suffering sleep peacefully.
Steve P. ^i^ ^i^ ^i^ ^i^



Carol Curts mum from Winchester relation: Mother

About Curtis

About Curtis Curtis was born on Friday 15th December 1967 in Hanover Military Hospital Germany. His
due date to be born was Christmas Day, but being that we were stationed in a little town called
Hildesheim, and so far away, he was brought on, as they called it in those days. Basically it was
just because they didn’t want anyone in the labour dept over Christmas. He was a lovely baby and
no trouble at all. At 10 months he was eating with a spoon and drinking from a child cup, but not
walking. He just used to sit as good as gold and play with his toys, or crawl but wouldn’t walk.
Then one day he pulled himself up on a chair and started walking, that brought us great joy. Due to
his inactivity, when he was about 2 years old, he developed a prolapsed bowel and was put into Great
Ormand street Hospital For Children. Unfortunatley I had to leave him there as I had his 2 sisters
to look after at home. I will never forget his little face when I came back a week later. He was
standing up in his cot, and a beautiful smile spread over his face when he saw me. It was a picture
of great joy, and he was so happy to see me again. He was very close to his sisters Suzy and Georgy,
and in every photo we have of them together whilst he was growing up, he was smiling with content.
We had some lovely holidays together when they were small in Southend On Sea where his Gran and
Grandad live. His Grandad is Canadian and his Gran is Italian, so he has quite a mixture. He was
named after his Grandad, who is still alive as is his Gran. He didn’t have the best childhood as
his father, my 1st husband, was very strict with us all. But still the 4 of us, Curt his sisters and
myself, had great fun together. I can remember the 4 of us watching our favourite programs on TV
together, such as Dallas and Coronation Street. On one such occasion we were watching the Miss World
Contest on TV and the commentator was saying there were so many millions of people watching at the
time. Just as he said it we had a power cut, and in the darkness a little voice piped up “Less 4
now mate”, we were all in fits of laughter and giggles, it was so funny. Curtis started school in
1976 at Harestock Juniors, progressing to Henry Beaufort when he was 11, and later moved to Westgate
School until he was 16. He got 4 GCSE’s and was particularly gifted at art. We still have many
sketches and drawings of his, One of my particular favourites, a sketch of King Alfreds Statue, has
been hanging on my living room wall for well over 20 years. At this time he also developed a great
love of contempory music as most teenagers do. And was extremely passionate about what we call his
music, right up until he died. Another of Curtis’s great passions was fishing, and he took every
opportunity to indulge it. On one such occasion I can remember, he must have been about 14 and I was
working in the shoe dept at Debenhams, when he walked in with a big smile on his face and I noticed
his jacket was very bulky and wet. He said “You need not worry about dinner tonight mum” and
pulled from his jacket the biggest salmon I had ever seen. I didn’t know whether to smack him or
thank him but everybody in the shop was amused. Like all teenagers he had an aversion to soap and
water. One night he refused to have a bath, so the girls and myself picked him up and dumped him in
the bath fully clothed, and we all ended up in it with him, he was struggling and laughing so much.
When he left school he went to work for Sarsen Press, as a printer and book binder. He enjoyed his
work and was very happy there. He brought himself a car and seemed to be getting on fine. Round
about 1989 he was still working for Sarsen Press, and it was at this time we noticed signs that he
was getting unpredictable and ill, and everybody was worried about him. He left home a few times but
always came back. Whilst he was ill he enjoyed and was included in all the family holidays with the
Grandchildren, and loved his Nephews, Paddy, Mikey and Stevie, who have great memories of their
Uncle Curt at the seaside, helping them build sandcastles and making sure they were safe in the
water. When we were on a caravan holiday in Dorset one year, after a lovely day out together, Curtis
took his 3 nephews down to the site club whilst my husband Steve and I prepared the evening meal.
They were gone some time, so we decided to go look for them. We were astonished to see all 4 of them
sitting around a table inside the club, all laughing and drinking woodpecker cider and having a
great time. They were all a little bit tipsy. Naturally they all got a telling off especially Curt,
but it was lovely to see them all so funny and happy, and the boys making out they were drunk.
During his illness he left home and moved into a flat in Sussex Street. It was at this time that we
realized that he was getting deeper into drugs, and was very lonely. So eventually we got him a move
to Trussel Crescent. During this time he spent a lot time in Melbury Lodge and other institutions
for the mentally ill, but never recovered. I have a great love for Curtis, and I know he loved me,
he also loved his sisters and nephews. I ask God to reach out His hand to my Curtis, and take him to
His side and into the Kingdom of Heaven. And to look after him for me, and make him smile again. His
suffering and pain is over and our happy memories of him will stay with his family forever. Carol
Milner