Memories are a special house We build inside ourselves Where love and laughter linger, Where all our past life dwells. On holidays like Christmas We can draw upon the store, Reliving happy times And feeling all that warmth once more. Wherever we may travel, This house is always there To help to blend the old and new, To build on . . . grow . . . and share. This house can never get too full, Just grow from floor to floor, Because the joy of memories Is always making more. Author Unknown

Dad you're meant to sorting the weather, now john's with you I think you're spending too much time in heavens bar xxx

Dad What we'd give if we could say Hello Dad, in the same old way To hear your voice, see your smile To sit with you and chat a while.... So you who have your Father Cherish him with care For you'll never know the heartache Till you see his vacant chair....