when I was growing up he was a rich pain in the arse,
Yet he was gregarious and his humour touches our spirits, and did forever last.
He did grow into me
As he did save my life,
At a time I was beaten and broken,
all the things of the past are forgotten and shall never be woken.
His heart big
His kindness was always there,
He was never scared of making a decision
His strength was that he was bold and never ask for permission.
Despite the slides and struggles
He was my best friend for whom I did confide,
When the last year he stayed on his earth,
Was holding on, knowing that his memory inside of me is my greatest worth.
“Love you Dad xxx git xx”
Jason
18th December 2025
"None of us can stay positive all of the time.... my theory and practical is this, if you pray everyday, be nice to that one person every day (or better still more people), then the world will have that little more love to show and perhaps you will feel better....Anger solves nothing, love creates harmony, encouragement, hope and love..." What about me? I have type 1 diabetes, love the arts and I am a god fearing man (I am sure you can tell)...... I am also on IG type '@jaypoeticsensitivity.
Thursday, 18 December 2025
A great man.. Dad
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