Fondly remembering Bob. He was such a lovely lovely man. You would always be greeted with a smile and he was always in good humour. He loved his music; his drop of whiskey; but most of all he loved his family, that you could tell instantly! You are missed terribly by us all. Rest in Peace. Rita, Dublin, Ireland

For dad, forever in our thoughts, a poem he loved by WB Yeats: I will arise and go now, and go to Inishfree And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made, Nine bean rows will I have and a hive for the honeybee And live alone in the bee-loud glade And I shall have some peace, for peace comes dropping slow Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer and noon's a purple glow And evening full of the linnet's wings I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore While I stand on the roadway or on the pavement grey I hear it in the deep heart's core. xx

Thank you for our wonderful years together. I will miss you always and love you forever. Love, Peggy xxxx