Wrote you a song,
(Verse 1)
I remember the laughs in the kitchen so clear,
"Don't tell Nanna ‘bout this beer up my sleeve, dear."
The holidays down at Taggs, we’d all go,
Stale lager and fags, it’s the smell I still know.
You were the only uncle that I really knew,
Always made time, we’d just chat and make do.
But you left us so young, it cuts deep in my chest,
Kev, it’s a shame, man, I hope you found rest.
(Chorus)
Oh, Uncle Kev, you lived your own way,
Though you never got to see many long days.
I hope you found your God, the one you believed,
Between the Craddock nights and the Masses you weaved.
You carried it all, with dignity high,
Now you're gone, but your memory won't die.
(Verse 2)
You took care of your parents, never let them fall,
Holding the weight, you stood proud through it all.
Devoted to faith, even through life’s bends,
But lived life your way and that was enough.
I wish you’d had time for a life of your own,
But you gave what you could and left us alone.
Now you're gone, Kev, and it feels so unfair,
But I’ll hold on to the moments that we used to share.
(Chorus)
Oh, Uncle Kev, you lived your own way,
Though you never got to see many long days.
I hope you found your God, the one you believed,
Between the Craddock nights and the Masses you weaved.
You carried it all, with dignity high,
Now you're gone, but your memory won't die.
(Bridge)
A can in your hand, a joke on your lips,
Life never gave you the grandest of trips.
But you stayed true to you, in all that you did,
In every laugh, in every word that you hid.
(Chorus)
Oh, Uncle Kev, you lived your own way,
Though you never got to see many long days.
I hope you found your God, the one you believed,
Between the Craddock nights and the Masses you weaved.
You carried it all, with dignity high,
Now you're gone, but your memory won’t die.
(Outro)
Here’s to the man who gave all he had,
We miss you, Kev, but we’re proud, and we’re glad.
You lived life your way, and that’s more than enough,
Marie Kent
20/09/2024
