Clive Schult

I always felt safe and at peace around my father, as far back as I can remember I was never afraid of him, yet the hidings burnt like fire. I knew deep inside that his discipline came from a place of mercy and a desire to see me do better. I never saw you drunk or dishonoring us as a family dad. Not once, not ever. Thank you for being that father. I always enjoyed watching you work around the house on the weekends and admired how you could do anything from cutting the lawn with your shirt tied around your head to laying bricks or painting. I know you enjoyed the garden and I have that same love too. Probably rubbed off on me all those Saturdays seeing you work with a smile. Then we'd all swim and cool down with some watermelon or ice cream. Thank you for putting the "Good" in the good ol days dad. I love and miss you. Until we are together again, all my love Pops. Clay.

— Clay

I found myself struggling to find the words to describe such a wonderful man. Grampy was the kind of man who set the standard for what a husband, father, and grandfather should be. As I reminisce about the past, my heart aches all over again. One of my fondest memories of Grampy is when he taught me how to drive. He showed endless patience and kindness as I made mistake after mistake. We laughed together, concentrated together, and shared those nerve-wracking moments side by side. Grampy always encouraged me. He always reminded me of how capable and special I was, even when I couldn’t see it in myself. He may have been a quiet man, but he loved so loudly. I miss him terribly. But the imprint he left on my life — and on the lives of everyone who knew him — is so deep that sometimes it feels as though he never truly left us. Watching the way he loved my grandmother, the absolute apple of his eye, was something truly beautiful and extraordinary to witness. Their love was the kind that stayed with you. I think it says so much about both my gran and Grampy that I insisted on sleepovers at their home right up until I was 20 years old. I simply loved being with them, surrounded by their warmth, love, and comfort. Grampy was never just a grandfather to me. He was a father figure who loved me as though I were his own. What a privilege it was to know you, Grampy. I love you, and I miss you more than words can say.

— Kayla (Kaylee Beans)

My precious amazing dad! I miss you so much.. His calm nature, soft words, unwavering loyalty. My dad was a pillar, always there for me, driving me to athletics training at Wanderers club, helping me with math's 😅, there right away if my car broke down. He taught his children manners, values, and to work hard, but above all he taught us to put God first. What an incredible father. Love you forever dad ❣️❤️🩷

— Sammy

Uncle Clive, Marrying into the 'Geyer' family included the 'Schult' family. From the day I met you we connected, I resonate with your quiet and reserved demeanor... For me a humble and reserved quality. You are missed at family braais' and functions but never forgotten! Rest well!

— Matthew Gordon-Watt

My Uncle❤️ How you doing, my girl? Followed by a big hug! I miss that so much! 🥺 Your quiet, caring demeanor. There was no other like you! Your presence is hugely missed at every family gathering. Dad especially misses his chom, his braai buddy! It’s just not the same! Always on my mind, forever in my heart, Uncle Clivey😘 Till we meet again…❤️

— Shell

Uncle Clive, I have known you for a lifetime. Every interaction with you has been a blessing…your happy face, peaceful demeanour and content spirit. Your deep unwavering faith in Jesus has and will always be an example to me and for everyone who knows you too. I love you very much and look forward to seeing you in Eternity.

— Danny

In 1957 I met twin brothers. Clive and Trevor. Clive and I were in the same class from grade 8 to 12. We became friends through school, scouts, and church. Clive was a brother to me. We played many a game of hockey and football together. Other memories include pruning fruit trees ...planting onions, picking up almonds and raiding the bee hives. All this on grannies shareholding. Not to forget the canned peaches and custard every visit.  It was at scouts that our friendship was put to the test. Many a night camping out with other friends made us appreciate each other Noela, you know how you met Clive...through the friendship of Carol...my better half. You were always willing to assist and help others. A true disciple of Christ.  Thanks for all the wonderful memories. The highs and the lows. You are a true friend to me and my family. God has called you home but you live in our hearts. Rest in peace my brother

— George

Good times! I remember them all. Patient, kind, loving, honourable, reliable - that was dad. I still catch myself looking over my shoulder, for one last laugh, one last wink, one last smile. Miss you pops.

— Don