HAYIn loving memory of our dear dad and mum; Willie and Jean Hay. To hear the sound of seaguls cry, And atlantic breakers roar, Above my head, a bright blue sky, Beneath my feet, a golden shore. Oh why oh why, must people rush, And close their eyes and ears, If only if they would stop their fuss, And rest a while over. Loved ones live on in memory, We think of them each day, The photo there beside my bed, And pictures above my head, Come to life inside my heart, I know we'll never be apart. Until we meet again.-You're ever loving family, Annie, Willie, Jimmy, Donald, Catriona and George.

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