what about the time you climbed up the pipe in your boxers to get away from the lass who fancied you and tam turned the tap on and soaked you just one of the many memories we have of you we could write a book of them all hope you are not getting up to any pranks up there
I was three years old and i remember when you and granny took me to the beach it was a very very good day and i remember when you took us into the sea good timesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
hope you are still using fairy soap to keep you young looking you too can have a complection like mine remember
Went down to live with my Uncle Davy every summer. One thing he insisted on was that if ever the police were to come to the house then I was to go home. I stole his .22 rifle and had a few shots at a fence. Well one pellet went thru the slats and the police were informed. He said " well son u knew the rules" I was broken hearted and ready to run off. But Aunt Julie ( my angel) stuck up for me and I got a reprieve.
I wouldnt have swapped my summers in Hawick even if my mam & dad were rich and took me abroad.
I will always feel like a son to you and it was a priviledge to have known you. You faced up to your illness with a strength that I could only admire.
I miss you loads but I know your own kids ( whom you adored) surpass me with their grief.
You were taken so early and I only wish you could see the relationship I now have with Dylan & Shelli.
I now have other things to bring me to Hawick.
But it ain't the same place without you.
Never could be.
I was about two and I used to put your working boots onha ha ha
