In Loving Memory of Dean Head
My Son
Something will remind me
I never know just when,
It might be something someone says
And it all comes back again.
The times we spent together
The happiness, the fun,
Once again I feel the pain
Of life without my Son.
It’s said that time’s a healer
I’m not sure this is true,
There’s not a day goes by Son
That I don’t cry for you.
My Brother
You went away so suddenly
No time to say goodbye,
But siblings can’t be parted
Precious memories never die.
See it in the newspaper