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
Comments: Our rules
We want our comments to be a lively and valuable part of our community - a place where readers can debate and engage with the most important local issues. The ability to comment on our stories is a privilege, not a right, however, and that privilege may be withdrawn if it is abused or misused.
Please report any comments that break our rules.
Read the rules here