Bradwell June 17th 1995.

Along the path of memories,

I walk with you each day,

And just how much I miss you,

Words could never say,

I shed my tears in private,

I always speak your name,

But all I have are memories,

And your picture in a frame,

Your resting place I visit,

Each flower I place with care,

No one knows the heartache,

As I turn and leave you there.

Love always. John.