I remember our Saturday afternoon trips into town to get the shopping from the butchers and the market, and always popping into the ship on the way home so you could have a few pints and me bottles of coke. It's where you tought me how to play pool. Sometimes mum would tell us not to call in there on way back but you used to say what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, i guess deep down though maybe she did. I remember all the picnics we went on to the river and the games we played there. I miss you sooo much Dad. Love always till we meet again your Loving Daughter Symone.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx