Can't believe I'm writing this. You've messed with my head today babe.
I'm a Florist. I deal with death every day of the year. We commiserate, we genuinely sympathize but at the end of the day, as shocked as we are , we stay detached. That is our method of coping. Otherwise we would be there with you, fighting for a spot in the Crem.
I was not expecting to have your family - my dear friends in the shop today ordering your funeral flowers! I almost laughed out loud. WHAT!!!! John's dead? I was only making your wedding flowers, less, than a year ago?!
It goes to show, that God only takes the best, and that this life is only a great big test of belief. It seems that God couldn't wait any longer for you. Our loss is his gain.
I will never forget you. You were a star !! Alway's happy, alway's laughing and smiling. Quite often covered in boiler smut.
Whenever I watch "Ivor the engine " , Jones the steam will alway's remind me of you.
You gave Richard the best ever seventh birthday presant he could ever imagine. All young boy's dream of driving a train. Even if it was only a Diesel locomotive, that didn't matter to him. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that generous gift. It cost you nothing, but was priceless to us.
My heart goes out to the family you've left behind. Because a huge hole has emerged in thier lives. To your two boy's, to Dor, and to the rest of your family and friends.
God bless you. Rest in peace.
Tracy, Paul, Richard and Alexander.