His nature was loving and giving,
His heart was made of pure gold,
And to us who truly love him,
His memory will never grow old
From Nicola on 24/09/2013
Dad is gone but not forgotten. And, as dawns another year
In lonely hours of thinking. Thoughts of him are always near.
Many think the wound is healed, But little do they know
of the sorrow that lies in the heart concealed.
Sent by Niki on 05/05/2013
22 years is a long time not to forget that the sun was shinning brightly on this day. It gets easier, but can't ever forget xxx
Sent by Niki on 05/05/2012