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Aug 2014
He means the world to everyone,  especially to Me.
Eights sons , my mum and my sister and then I make three.
Three women to nine men is the way we have combined.
The tears, the pain, they joy, the strongest bond of love you'll ever find.

He is older now and weaker but his heart to us has not changed.
The same love, advice and sternness and control still remains.
Respect is the solitary line through each and everyone.
It's the one thing we hang on to from mother daughters through to sons.
Dad the heart attack you suffered has touched each and everyone of us.  Our family has come close to tragedy once again.  A reminder perhaps that at the end of the day all you have is your family.
Elizabeth Quirke
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