He filled our days with laughter,
those perfectly terrible dad jokes
that somehow made everything lighter.
His hands were always in the soil,
helping gardens — and people — grow.
As a dad and grandad,
his love was steady as sunlight.
He ran beside William’s bike,
teaching him balance, courage, joy.
William still speaks his name with warmth,
still misses the man who listened so well.
Eight years on, his kindness lives in us —
quiet, rooted, and blooming still.
Miss you always. Forever in our minds.
Christina
10/01/2026
