A Tribute to Paul Sharp

Reporter: Chris Fildes

We were overwhelmed by the number of people who attended the service to celebrate Paul’s life at Stockport Crematorium on the 5th December 2018. It was a wet windy day and we wondered if we would all fit in the chapel, we did but only just.

Paul was aged just 66 when he passed away after a short illness on 19th November 2018

As Vice Chairman, we knew he was a committed member of the club, and also a experienced coach at the Chill Factore, but not many of us were aware of his family history. So here are just a few of the memories which his sons Matthew and Ashley shared with us during the heart warming tribute to their father.

Matthew told us that Paul, a Yorkshire man attended University in Sheffield, but when realising the course wasn’t for him he decided to quit before he was forced to! (not quite Paul’s own words), The SRN course that he completed however was much more suitable because some years later Paul and his wife Christine were able to set up a two bed care home and over a period of time they expanded their business to run a forty bed home.

So this Yorkshire man crossed the border of ‘God’s own country’ to live in Mottram (historically in the Peak district).

An avid cricketer, winning many awards while playing for Birchvale and Thornsett CC, also Marple CC. Matthew recalled an amusing tale of his father (who was not usually known for throwing tantrums), stormed off the field after being given out L.B.W. Matthew said the sound of his bat as it was flung across the changing room could be heard clearly across the pitch, the umpires eyes were riveted on the wicket .... and that man was he!

I’d just like to add that Matt’s company built a complicated house extension a few years ago. During construction the height of the window cills had my daughter in floods of tears, don’t worry he said, it’ll be OK, and with a sense of humour (like his dad), continuously cracked jokes that had her in stitches laughing .... the job was excellent by the way!

Ashley followed on with another amusing tale about his dad. They were at a rugby match one afternoon when (uncharacteristically), he was caught up in a fracas on the boggy outfield. Paul liked to dress casually, and on this day he wore pale beige cords and a checked shirt. On the way home (somewhat muddied) he said to me, ‘please, don’t tell your mum’!

So there we are, just a few words to help describe this caring man who will be sadly missed by us all.