What a blow, hearing you were no longer with us Chris.
I am now the last one, of us boys standing, sad.
But your presence is still felt, like the wind, rustling in the trees, and the air we breath.
No more covid worries Chris.
Now your whole again, you can play golf till your hearts content, L.O.L
Memories of our youth, are plenty.
A child hood secret, Butchers in London Road, had a cold slab outside.
Mum gave me money, to buy a chicken.
One kept a look out, why the other grabbed the chicken, then we spent the money on rubbish, plenty of hail Mary's for that one Chris.
Back in the day, when we shared digs, I used to snore for Britain, you couldn't wake me, did your head in, so you had to sleep in the bath, Not a happy chap L.O.L
But one thing, you always made sure I got home after a heavy drinking session.
We did eventually get more responsible. L.O.L
You will be missed by us all, God bless, till we reunite again.
In our prayers
John , Teresa and Family xxxx