You talk about me as the tower of strength, whereas it is you, my beloved eldest son, on whom we all lean.
Your strength and courage, your planning and love, from arranging the wake at the Talkhouse, to thinking of hiring a coach to take us all back home and providing us with the massive joint of local beef, cooked beautifully by my recently discovered chef-daughter, Cathy, to give us all sustenance after a very long trying day. Wonderful, marvellous. My rock- Steve. From a loving DAD
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