On November 11 2011, Alan Sexton wrote,
Why can't I find you, I thought with some care,
I looked in the garage, but you were not there,
I looked in your office, my word what a mess,
How you can find anything is anyones guess,
I looked in the carport and then in the shed,
I know your'e not sleeping,upstairs in your bed,
So it's back to the garage, with a smile on my face,
Youre always inside there, it must be the place,
The tools are still layed out, all neatly in line,
Your bike is parked down there, right next to mine,
The ashtray is full,fag ends overflowing,
Butts all over the floor, stamped out to stop glowing,
Then theres my Triumph, half built on the table,
Ready to be finished, when we are able,
Then the reality hits me, that you have now gone,
And I'm hoping youve given me the strength to go on,
I cannot believe I won't see you again,
A world full of happiness, is now full of pain,
The most perfect dad, right there from the start,
A shoulder to cry on, when my world fell apart,
My life changed forever, when yours had to end,
You left a big hole, that no'one could mend,
I promise you dad, mum will have all she needs,
A lift to the shops, or just pulling up weeds,
I would just like to thank you, for the good times we had,
For I feel it's an honour that you are my dad
19th September 2013