Rain soaked lawns, tall trees shedding tears as we sadly lay to rest one of our finest peers. Squirrels playfully darting from the bushes and tree's, smiling at silent souls they, far too often, see. Mourners stand in silence as you pass them slowly by, with love and loss in sunken hearts and tears in weary eyes. Lapels all adorned and full of colours, oh-so bold, their hue's, a loving tribute to one so dearly held. Red denotes the fiery flames within his caring heart and yellow shines the light of love he, so often, did impart. He leaves behind four gentle girls, a loving lad and a Mother of pearls, forever dreaming of their doting Dad and the fun and laughter they so briefly had. They will now need even more of their Mother's dearest love, to cuddle them and hold them close as he watches from above. A Mother, a partner, a soulmate she is, every moment you shared, a moment of bliss and though her world's been torn apart, she will hold him close within her aching heart. The grounds all around are so quiet; so still, as a gaggle of Geese cross a slippery hill. Their passing, a message maybe, that life must now go on; that the candle has been passed from loving father to his son. The squirrels flit so fast away and geese march line abreast, I wonder at the profusion of life in such a place of rest. "Farewell my dear friend, Andrew, your passing was far too fleet, but I worry not, for one bright day, we may all, once again, meet." * Written by Darren Scanlon, 15th July 2016 Images used with kind permission. © 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.