Your loss cannot be measured in metres or in miles. But in all the joy and pleasure as you brought so many smiles. There was never a dilemma in which dessert you would partake. All offerings always neatly, placed upon your plate. Often you would smuggle an extra glass of wine or two. Until of course you seen Maureen watching you. Many a Christmas many a game. The future will never be quite the same. We can shed a tear and show that we are sad Or remember all the happy times with you as a friend a husband and a dad.