One bright, sunny day, so many years ago, the angels brought him into our lives to warm us with his glow. Jolly as a jester on a mission to spread a smile, his warmth and charisma never failed to cross the miles. Endearing and beguiling, daring one and all to grin, with a twinkle in his eye and a charm that had to win. rockin’ his way, from day to day down whatever lane led his merry way. So many fine memories cherished deep within our souls and a loss that haunts so deep, never again to be made whole, lest we meet again, one final, fatalistic day on some bright and cheerful morn no more to be regretful; no more to mourn. For on that dread and fateful day, Under thunderous, dark Welsh skies The angels returned to take him away, leaving only tears in beseeching eyes. The long years since have been so hard to bear. The pain never leaves. No, it’s always there. “I’m not a religious man but I have a single hope. That one day soon I’ll meet him again. A thought that helps me cope.” * Written by Darren Scanlon. 17th March 2021. ©2021 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.