On the village green the scent of freshly-cut grass and that familiar sound of leather against willow, signifying the much awaited arrival of the summer season. Long lazy days, cream teas, chirping crickets, conversation and contentment.
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be so he put his arms around you and whispered, Come to Me.
With tearful eyes we watch you and saw you pass away and although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay.
A Golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest.
He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family.
He had so many friends made throughout an active life and will never be forgotten by those he came into contact with.
I love you Dad and will always miss you, but I take comfort in all the good times we spent together.