Jack's Last Round

Cherry

By hedgehog1

Sun, 30 Jul 2017
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Picture courtesy of Michal85 as a free image

I cannot think that death will make a claim

Nor wind and snow will put you off your game

A steady round though hail will make it hard

We all know that in life you went that extra yard

Caerphilly guards your ghost Jack Hughes

And friends still talk about you in the pews

Good fortune speeds your round along its way

And in Gods house your game is Medal Play

The saints around you marvel at your score

Your round will be immortalised for ever more

And he who guides and keeps you in his sight

As you walk Caerphilly's hills in his bright light

You played the course and at the eighteenth hole

We ask that everlasting golf consign your soul

 

Jack, my dear friend of forty years died recently.

We really lost him six years ago when he slipped into his own world away from us as dementia took hold of his mind.

I would sit and listen to Jack as he asked who are you many times. Patiently I would answer and then listen as Jack rambled on in his own sweet way.

A very good golfer and you would find him in church every Sunday.

This is my tribute to my friend Jack. I miss him so much.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

.. and a very lovely tribute it is. Well done 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Insertponceyfre... for your kind remarks

Edward

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you so much for the "Cherries" they are the icing on the cake for my tribute to Jack

Edward

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It's nice to hear of your sitting with your friend during his inability to make words make sense.

I hope he is where the scenery is even better than those lovely Caerphilly hills, and finding that occupation that is even better than his golf delights! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

for your comments. Jack was such a lovely man adored by the children in his church. It was a pleasure and a privilege to sit with him. It was the simple things of life that made Jack who he was. I'm sure wherever he is he will have an audience around him hanging on his every word.

Edward