Dedicated to the memory of Allan Sharp

This site is a tribute to Allan Sharp. He is much loved and will always be remembered.

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There's a robin on my fence today, A feather by my feet A heart-shaped leaf that blows along Beside me down the street Your song played on the radio This morning in the car And just last night I could've sworn I saw a shooting star The sun and rain are dancing Making rainbows in the sky And on the slightest breeze I watch A butterfly go by And people might say these are not The signs I know they are That it is just coincidence Your song played in the car That it is just the sky And it is just the birds and breeze A little windy weather And the nature of the trees But there is nothing little About the way they make me feel The sense of peace they carry Is both comforting and real Because it's just one song And just one butterfly and bird Just one star and just one leaf In one enormous world And so the probability Of noticing it all Is close to nearly nothing; Almost infinitely small And that is how I know That when that leaf floats into view It isn't a coincidence, But a sign of love from you So keep on shooting stars to me, Keep playing me your song Whilst you dance atop the rainbows And blow heart-shaped leaves along Yes, keep on sending signs my love I'll always look around For your butterflies on breezes And your feathers on the ground ***** Becky Hemsley 2024
Anne Fulford
5th February 2024
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Allan. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Diamond & Son Funeral Directors on 02/02/2024
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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