Norman DavidWILCOCK1/6/2018 8 Years Away From Home
My dad never looked for praise, He was never one to boast, He just went on quietly working, For the ones he loved the most. His dreams were seldom spoken, His wants were very few, And most of the time, His worries went unspoken too. My dad was there, A firm foundation through all the storms of life, A sturdy hand to hold on to, In times of stress and strife. A true friend I could turn to, When times were good or bad, One of the greatest blessings, The man that I called Dad.
Love and Miss You Forever Dad.
Brokenhearted Daughter Mandy and Foxy xx (Give Barney a kiss from me.)
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