God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put His arms around you
And whispered 'Come with Me'
A Golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
He only takes the best.
Gill Pennington
6th December 2024
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Stephen.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Co-op Funeralcare on 29/11/2024
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland