I try to tell your story so that you are never forgotten, you will never be a stack of photographs. When I do look at your picture I close my eyes and just for a moment I could reach out and touch you. You werent just a man with years of cancer in your life, you were a big kid, a man who could draw better than anyone I know, a man who could turn his hand to anything, a man who would always try to help others. Sometimes stubborn, sometimes daft, but most of all a man with a huge heart. What I wouldn’t give to hear that beat again. You are still remembered everyday by so many people. Some of us are never rich in money but we are rich in love and we were so wealthy. Miss you every second of every day. Until we meet again….xxxxx