The Touch Of Your Hand) We know you can never come back again -How clearly our eyes now see. Whatever the season, sunshine or rain, Thoughts of you always return to me. The kindness in your eyes,The touch of your hand. Those elements of surprise.The way you would stand. So many thoughts of you we have each day. How funny you were, how cheeky, how lovely. No-one can reach us in just your way, No-one can make us laugh the way you did, No-one can ever replace you,No-one can ever bring you back, Every day of our life - Your absence..... So Wrong...So Broken and the knowledge we will never come to terms with the loss of you our precious Paul Thinking of this young man today so many dear ones taken too soon Ian Marion Alistair Cheryl's Dad Mum and hubby