Yesterday, on what would have been our Dad's 90th Birthday, we laid his ashes to rest beside our Mum in her grave at Earsham Churchyard. We had a very short service with close family members in attendance and I chose this poem to read at the graveside.

When God saw you getting tired’ by Anon

When God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

He put his arms around you

And whispered come to me

He didn’t like what you went through

And so he gave you rest

His garden must be beautiful

Because he only takes the best

And when we saw you sleeping

So peaceful and free from pain

We wouldn’t wish you back

To suffer that again

Today we say goodbye

And as you take your final rest

That garden must be beautiful

Because you were the best.

Even though our Dad has been gone for over a year now he is always in our thoughts, athough he is no longer physically with us. But while his memories remain we shall always feel that he is looking over and guiding us. R.I.P. Bob Page.