It's hard to believe
That it has been over five years now
Since you left us.
I remember that as a child,
I always saw you as the big man:
Tall, proud and unwavering.
I never imagined you would leave before me;
I understand now your reason for this departure,
But I don't agree with it,
And I never will.
It's a big day tomorrow,
You will miss the conformation.
Well, I say you will miss it,
No doubt though you will be there in spirit -
You wouldn't miss something of this magnitude,
But spirit isn't the same for me.
I miss the way you would ruffle my hair when you saw me;
I miss our handshake;
I miss watching the Celtic games with you;
I miss kicking a ball around with you in the park...
I miss you,
I wish you would come back to us.
You will never be forgotten,
Big Man.
