WALSH

WALSH 38th Anniversary In loving memory of my dear father Robert (Robbie) who died on 19th August 1985. RIP. St Martha pray for him. Masses offered. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there I didn’t die. I am  your four seasons all in one, your winter snow,  your summers sun. I am  the shadows when darkness falls, I am always  there I hear your calls. I am the birds that sing  at each new day and memories never fade away. I  hear you when you whisper low, God why did he have to go? I would  gladly give up all I own to hear my dad is coming home, but all I have is a  photo in a frame and an aching heart when I speak you name. So do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Always remembered and sadly missed by your loving son Rab and grandson Bobby.