Days and weeks will go by, i will shed some tears, wishing i could hear your voice, that'd kill all my fears. Listening to you spin your decks, wish i could do that too, looking at your baby son, guess what he looks just like you. Waiting for a bus i wonder where you are, are you looking down on us? are you near or far? I ask so many questions, i don't know who to blame, Wish you were still here though, cos things just aren't the same xxxxxxx Well uncle Ian it was nearly 7 years ago i wrote that poem, i have shed many tears and missing you doesn't get any easier. you are always in my thoughts. Look after grandad. Love you both lots xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx