Whenever I was taking part in a sporting event you were always there to support me. Whenever I needed some advice you were always there to advise me. Whenever I was upset you were always there with with your arm around me. When I was younger and got into trouble you were always there to guide me. When I needed somebody to come and have a pint with, you were always there to drink with me. Not just me, you were there for all your grandchildren. I guess I now know what it feels like to lose a Dad. I have always been and always will be proud to be called Frank Nicholson’s grandson. Goodbye Grandad, thanks for everything. Love you always.
Your broken-hearted grandson Michael. Dear Papa
We wish we got to know you a little bit longer, but we will always be grateful for the times we shared. We now know you’re in peace with the moon and the stars.
Love Skye and your two great-granddaughters Elle and Evie XXX.