Mine was my mum - she wasn’t a big reader but for some reason she had read the first chapter or so of Jane Eyre and was very taken with the ‘I am not deceitful, for if I were, I should tell you that I loved you’ bit - I remember when I went into fifth/sixth year at school not having a clue what to study and mum urging me to read Jane Eyre. She had been to Haworth back in the 80s and loved the film with Anna Paquin/Elle Macpherson. (I think it was made in the early 90s). Happy memories of Sunday afternoons watching it together whilst my mum did the ironing.
Never did manage to go to Haworth with mum - she’s since been diagnosed with dementia so it would be impossible now, but it’s on my list of places to go to - a v close friend is a huge fan of Wuthering Heights and I’m hoping one day the two of us can go for a weekend.
He did, he outlived the entire family. I can’t remember if any of them had any children that would still have descendants alive today but I don’t think so.