I wanted you for life You and me In the wind I never thought there come a time That our story would end It's hard to understand But I guess I'll have to try It's not easy To say goodbye. For all the joy we shared All that time we had to spend Now if I had one wish I'd want forever back again To look into your eyes And hold you when you cry It's not easy To say goodbye I can remember all those great times we had There were so many memories, some good some bad Yes and through it all Those memories will last Forever There's peace in where you are May be all I need to know And if I listen to my heart I'll hear your laughter once more And so I got to say I'm just glad you came my way It's not easy to say Goodbye Goodbye
High School Sweethearts, we met in Catechism Classes, became familiar on our first youth camp, together. We were the first of many things for each other He was my first love and I his. A special bond was created from the beginning that when we parted we were still the greatest of friends. Gosh there are so many GREAT memories but I REMEMBER………one of my favourite memories, was when we were home alone, listening to our favourite song “Careless Whisper” and being our usual mischievous playful selves we ended up knocking over my Dad’s jar of contact glue. Hamish being the proper gentleman as he always was, quickly began cleaning with his bare hands not wanting me to touch or help, but me who is just as crazy ran for newspaper to help clean. His fingers were stuck together and it took almost the whole day to clean,(laughing) we never got caught or reprimanded for that. Dunno maybe my Dad was in a good mood when he found the glue missing. I miss him terribly, he was my Best Friend, Knight in Shining Armour, my Hamlet
I still remember seeing you in a club one week before you died, if only we knew...I still think about you, saw your sister Tracey today and I immediately saw your face:-( Miss you my dear friend!
Went to visit your grave site today Hamish. Took my children to it, because i often talk about you. Miss you....
I remember afternoons sitting on the little white wall in front of the front door chatting and you chiseling away at pieces of white chalk with your knife or blade making little sculptures or those warrior's you sketch so well. I still have mine all framed. And Sunday afternoon Ice-cream drives to Muizenburg Beach. Will miss you always.
Its been ages since that day, and i think of you constantly, the day The Saint went home.To be quite frank, i am not worthy now to be called your friend, i'm not half the man i used to be.You would have been a man of note.LOVE
Think about you often. The world is short of sweetness and kindness that lived in you Hamish.