Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. Stop all the clocks WH Auden

Saying goodbye to dad is never something any of us will ever be ready to do so we will think of it as a long peaceful rest instead. Everyone who met dad described him as a lovely man and a true gentleman and he was. He was a kind and generous man who always put his family first. He taught me empathy and compassion, his impact on my life will stay with me forever.

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