Time passes and memories fade, but Billy Sweeney lives on shining bright in those who loved and knew him.

When he passed his temperament, love and humour seemed to be gone, yet now I know he lives on in the hearts and minds of his family.

In life he travelled well and continues his journeys in death from plant pot to grave to brick.

He loved, cooked, ate well, worked hard, smoked, drank and sang.

Most of his ashes now lay in the ground with my mum, the love of his life Kenno.

This is just a whisper a ghost of what once was.

Love you!  Dad.