I used to walk home from school every day and I loved coming home because I knew you would be there at Nan and Grandad’s house, a tiny baby and I loved making you laugh. You knocked on the staff room door and asked for me every day when I worked at your school. We got older, and every time I would come home from Savio, or Uni, or London, or wherever I was, you would remember what I was doing and ask me how it was. And this Christmas you appeared at my door for another one of our family gatherings. There you were, a fine young man, with a heart which belonged to his family. And now you’ve gone to your heavenly home, with thousands of silent prayers lifting you high. Our memories like seeds, watered by our tears. Until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand 💙 Lots of love, Dan Dan xxx