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Nov 2016
A life full of love, a life full of hope,
Never saw you down, never saw you mope,
Never a critic, always a friend,
A person on who, I could always depend,
Strong in will, bold in strength,
Protecting your family at any length,
Funny, dry, but never rude,
Saturday nights and your home cooked food,
In all my years, I never heard you swear,
And in your company, I'd never dare,
I told you my secrets, I shared all my fears,
You held my hand, you wiped my tears,
I never visited as much as I should,
And now it's too late, how I wish I could,
An outlook on life I shall always admire,
But now you are gone to a calling that's higher.
Selfishly I don't want to let you go,
But now reunited with grandad Joe,
The matriarch of the clan McCann,
Goodnight, God bless, I love you Gran.*

Β© Cinco Espiritus 2016
Today marked the passing of my gran, a role model for all of my life, a person I always have, and always will hold in the highest admiration.  A personal loss that will be hard to cope with, but a person that is no longer suffering or in pain, so I take some passing comfort from knowing that the pain I now feel means that she is pain no more.
Paul Gilhooley
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Paul Gilhooley  Wallasey
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   --- and Doug Potter
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