7th November 2014; a day filled with sadness and whos purpose will never mean, Ive spent much time in silence reflecting on my thoughts; trying to match perspective and words to the happiness you brought. On earth and in heaven a shining star youve always been; not nearly as much to the blakelys, maxwells, shaun, roy and jean. A cheeky chappy, a patter merchant and downright wee chancer; you instantly got my respect with your smile and good heart, ma wee tiny dancer I will always remember fondly of all the daft times we shared; But none of them will ever compare to the heart in which you cared. NEVER a bad word from you, to man, woman or child; NOTHING but love and smiles and dance moves, to drive us all buck wild. We always had a banter, a laugh and a dance; And the fact I saw myself in you is what sparked our bromance. Down the stairs in the mont or running up the walls of the arches; Wherever there was a slight free space, dancing you would catch-us. The best times for me though, have to be the partys in my flat; When even after 2/3 days we never found you sat. Propping up the floorboards, with your outrageous moves; As the trysted sounds and basslines pounds with techno and house grooves. Sometimes we just sat and watched you and the smile upon your face; And even though I had no mantle........ you took the pride of place. You were all of ours wee favourite, I hope you know that wee barra; Me, Roy, scotia, bristo, scooby, fingers and lindsay o hara. We live and we learn as we go through life and the memories weve made; But know wee pal that these times above, will never EVER fade. Answering the door with the microwave bottom holding shots of voddE; Dressed in my suit earning you the nickname of my wee Gerry B The laughs are just to the tip of things and a point for me to start; But what was you was love, family, kindness and purity of heart. Your confiding and trust in me I will take with me to the grave; I just wish I was back home to do more and you we might have saved. I suppose this feeling of mine is natural, but really there was nothing I could do; As to think that I could trumph gods will is nothing but taboo. Ayrshire and Glasgow were never enough for your happy feet to roam; so maybe this was all gods plan and why he called you home?! To have you dance among the angels, providing all with joy; just make sure when you hit a beat you think of me my boy. All of your friends and family did their best to help you mend; But to accept your job on earth was done is hard to comprehend. To have family as special as you, no wonder they feel blessed; So I hope the big man upstairs understands why theyre all distressed. The void will never be filled as you were taken far too soon; but shining bright your our guiding light above the stars and moon. Like any tradesman and apprentice I tried to help in any way i could; an arm around, a warnful word some advice- some bad, some good With Regards our last conversation- i will always have regret; but know that my intentions were good which i hope you dont forget. I have read these messages every single day; and wish that i had another chance to say them another way. I just wanted you to be happy and fulfill the potential we all saw; But as long as you are at peace now is high above else aw I hope that youve found a place not for you to rest; But to dance like only you did, as thats what you did best! There was no-one ever like you, you blew all out the park; so know how much you meant to us all, sleep tight your uncle spark. Big trysted love my wee pal, Eternal rest and god bless x x
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 09:07:24 +0000
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