MEDD (Crook) Precious memories of our only Son David taken from us this day December 4, 1992 A thousand faces cross our path but none of them are yours an emptiness a vacant place is deep inside my core How could you die without us there our own beloved Son fate's cruel hand has dealt a blow we will never recover from The day you died the world stood still at least from where we stand your smiling eyes your ready laugh your firm and steady hand Gone forever from our lives we are left with grief so raw we are old and what is clear this is the wrong way round Loved and missed always Mam, Dad and Uncle Peter xxx