I remember his smile, the things he would say
I treasure the hours we spent every day
The laughs we had, the secrets we shared
The love he gave me and the way he cared
A lonely house and an empty chair
Something missing everywhere
In sickness and in health the marriage vows say
Fred kept that promise till his dying day
An aching heart till the end of time
for a wonderful husband I am proud was mine

Sheila Peters

In loving memory of my Grandad, Fred Peters,

Who died 24th July 1999, 
Always loved, You are always with me

Mary