We'll miss that cheeky grin and your call of "Wotcha" as you came in the door. Rest in peace. Jan & Jim xxx
Janet
22nd June 2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland