PHILIP BENNETT Grandad Angels saw you suffering and a cure was not to be, so they put their wings around you and whispered "Come to me". A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, they broke our hearts to prove they only take the best of people. Even if I searched the world for someone like you, I wouldn't find anyone who meant as much as you did to me. Just because you're gone it doesn't mean love is. Love you, Alisha. xox