Poem

Sorry it's been a while since we've updated the blog.  Sharon has been away for a short time in the UK following the death of her Grandmother.   We'd like to share this poem that Sharon's Uncle Ken (Gladys' son) wrote for the funeral.  It gives a glimpse of their lives with her on a personal level.  Meanwhile we hope to be back with some regular posts next week.

Forgive us if we don’t cry today

We’ve cried so much before

For years we’ve watched you drift away

And stood helpless on the shore

Today we’ll think of better times and bring you drifting back

Like all the times you scrimped and saved

To fill our Christmas sacks

Sixpences from the Tooth Fairy

Sunday tea at Castle Cary

Sing something simple played in the car

The babycham fawn meant it won’t be far

Caravan and B & B’s those holidays were good

But it rained and you did look strange

In that clear plastic hood

Sometimes naughty you never blamed us

One of your looks was enough to tame us

A night at the pictures

Chips in Kingsmead Square

All these little things let us know you cared

I could mention lots more things

I’ve got a massive list

But by now I think you’ve cottoned on

I think you’ve got the gist

We’re saying thanks for everything

And that you will be missed

Is there a heaven? I don’t know

You always said there was

So when you see that familiar face

Please say hello from us

You’ll meet him at Saint Peter’s Gate

He’ll be driving the shuttle bus

(The last bit refers to Sharon's Grandfather who passed away in 2000, he used to work on the buses in Bath.)