In Memoriam for Kevin GODWIN

It's a strange time of year this. I wish I was going to me nanna, grandad & uncles yard and having warm mince pie and custard (that I thought was rank at the time) and a snidey can of red stripe.

Going round and coming home with a bag of "tat" from nanna airing cupboard (that was brand new) cos she was trying to help out and at Xmas a tin of quality street and nanna pulling a tenner out of one of her numerous hiding places like behind a rusty tin of birds custard from 1954 ...here's a tenner don't tell grandad

Uncle Kev trying to listen to the Leicester match with the radio volume on so low he held the radio to your ear

All long gone now. But memories remain. I never forget those that did me a good turn

When we was kids , took me and my sis to taggsys for caravan holidays and we had the time of our lives. I'll never forget

Gone but not forgotten ,Uncle Kev x
Nanna x Grandad x

Viva La Vida.
You know why.

Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colours will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.

One love uncle Kevin x

When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.”

I like this poem Kev. Quite thought provoking

THE DASH
the poem by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end.

He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars… the house… the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard; are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged.

To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash?

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I really like that, and am proud to have an Uncle like you. Until we meet again x

Uncle Kev,
Leicester have only gone and won the FA Cup!!!!!!
Who would have thunk it!!!
Rest in peace xx