
It started with a quiet hello,
a question, May I walk you home?
From that step forward,
you walked together—
steady, respectful, kind.
You built a life without fanfare,
through distance and duty,
through saving, working, studying late,
through raising a family
on love, not luxury.
Your home was never just walls—
it was presence.
A place where needs were met,
where laughter grew around the dinner table,
where love was quiet, but constant.
You believed that larger families
make a home much happier,
and the proof is all around you—
grandchildren who smile with your steadiness,
great-grandchildren who carry your patience,
a legacy of reliability and care
woven through four generations.
You didn’t lead with volume—
you led by turning up.
By mowing the lawn, fixing the car,
being there after school,
doing what needed to be done.
Now, seventy years on,
your legacy is not just your story—
it’s a living pattern,
repeated in the lives
of children you raised,
grandchildren you encouraged,
and great-grandchildren you delight in.
Respect. Steadiness. Love without drama.
This is the inheritance you gave.
And it will last.
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