5 calender months, have now passed,
Your memory will forever last.
No words can ever seem to say,
How we felt that awful day.
Now your birthday approaches soon,
April as empty now as a dark lagoon.
Christmas passed by, with sadness indeed,
An empty time, our hearts did bleed.
We all miss you brother of that there is no doubt,
Hoping in our hearts you were still about.
R.I.P Andrew. Love from Richard
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5th February 2012
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