Dear, kind, lovely Steve I know you were not religious but the following poem sums up how we hope it went for you. Rest Peacefully.xxxx Aunty Sue and Uncle Malc will never forget you. When God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be He put his arms around you And whispered come to me He didn’t like what you went through And he gave you rest His garden must be beautiful He only takes takes the best. Xxxx