Just been to the churchyard to take some flowers with Fiona....can't believe 3 years have passed so quickly.We are still bitter about the way John was taken but bitterness solves nothing.....as John would say.

I have just seen your post Brian...thank you for adding it.I too have a memory of John's woodworking ability.He tried to make a wooden dog bed...took weeks....ended up on the fire.His bricklaying was just as bad....the BBQ ended in a pile of bricks.He was good at wallpapering...after the first trial at papering a ceiling and the paper falling off he got it right.

Take this aching heart, my lord, hold it close to thee, fill it with your love and hope and pass it back to me. Take it to the sun and stars when tourtured souls are free, infuse it with your holiness then pass it back to me. Take it to the moon at night, where angels dare to be, fill it with resounding good then pass it back to me. then when this heart stops beating lord and death descends on me, take me to reside in peace eternally with thee.