Roger,

It feels odd writing this. 

No matter what, you always bounced back from any illness or problem with your health. I suppose, this time, you finally had to leave. Just writing this makes me sad that you are gone and it hurts to know I won't see you again. You know me, always keep moving forward, always keep busy. It's the way I deal with loss. Another reason that it has taken a while to finally get the courage to write this.

Not only my Godfather, eventually you became my stepfather. When my Mum died, you were always around and for that I can't thank you enough. We became a lot closer and often we would take it in turns to buy each other a meal and talking through my life issues. Sometimes yours too. You never gave too much away though. I just remember you smiling and nodding when I went off on a rant, sometimes about nothing at all. Your listening skills as a Bobby came in handy and I am going to miss that.

Next to my Grandfather, you were the closest person I had to a father. I have so much respect for you supporting my mum through her final days and being there to support me when I needed you. I will miss you dearly. When I think of you, I always think about that little smile and nod, often with your arms folded. It just doesn't feel real that I won't see that again.

Your memory will always be with me and I will miss you very much. Lots of love. 

Mark