
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
WHITE, BOB (Robert) Leslie
09-Jul-1947 - 14-Oct-2020
My Dad.
A coach,
A leader,
A teacher,
A worker,
A provider,
A cook,
A cleaner,
A manager,
A driver,
A protector,
A speaker,
An organiser,
A decision maker.
Put it all together and,
Bob’s my father.
( And your Poppy, and your Brother, and your Uncle, and your Cousin, and your mate, and your friend, and your ............ )
Thanks for everything you've done in my life.
I left home over 30 years ago and every week without fail you have been on the other end of the line to me with - It’s just your friendly neighbourhood Father or Hello my Son.
This week there will be no call, there will be no one to answer, no one on the other end of the line. But for one last time all I can say is, thanks Dad and bye. See you later.
Your Loving Son
Craig XXX✔✔✔
Much loved Poppy of
Matthew and Peter XXXX
P.S. Say Hi to MumXX
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