In memory of my father, Laurence Doyle, who died aged 56, 30th April 2013. R.I.P
They called you Lucky Larry; really we were the lucky ones.
You taught us to dream big and live large; you taught us to laugh, to love, to smile and to enjoy life to the full.
We learnt from you that life is for living.
We learnt from you to banter with the best of them.
We learnt from you to never give up, however bad the odds.
You were the life and soul of the party. You lived in the here and now, never fearing or worrying about tomorrow.
Forrest Gump said ‘Life was Like a Box of Chocolates’ but for you, life mimicked a different dessert. Like your favourite trifle, life was filled to the brim with contrasting yet complementary layers.
You were a father, husband, brother, uncle & friend. You were a plumber, a publican, a dancer, a joker, a sport fanatic, music fan & wind-up merchant – you were so many things to so many people.
You were taken from us too early but in time, I hope we will all begin to understand that our loss was heaven’s gain.
When the sun shines, when music fills the air, when we laugh and when new memories are made, we’ll know that you will be smiling down on us, watching with pride as the party carries on, in your honour.