My fondest memory of Uncle Bernard has to be the day he arrived back from Zambia. He and Auntie Ann came out of the kitchen at Grandads house in Swan Lane and i remember the tune that was playing in the background. ( Concrete and Clay - When my feet begin to crumble) I always think of him when i hear it. They also brought us all presents which i still get out from time to time. Where would we be without all our happy memories. Uncle Bernard and my dad will be keeping everyone amused up in heaven.
Sent by Paula Quinn ( Nee Murphy) on 01/02/2011
Always loved and never forgotten xx
From Fiona on 03/07/2008
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Sent by MuchLoved on 30/06/2008