We bought white roses to remember, ate Maltesers and drank hot chocolate whilst we talked of you.. its nice to hear the things the kids remember.. your "dancing" eyebrows, the tickles and laughter... and I love the way Heather always smiles softly as she says "Grandad Peter was nice.."
They miss you.
I miss you.
I love you Daddy, Happy Birthday..
J
x
p.s. almost forgot your present.. I passed... and come that lonely day in May, I'll be there on that hill to see you.. in that car you paid for.. driven by me.
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