By Tillie Woolliscroft
Logan, you were laid in a white coffin to match your car. Your plates were hung with honor. You came home one last time. Pilchards been waiting for you. You were marched from home where our neighbors bowed their heads. You were marched through Matlock where this time it wasn’t your smile that brought the town to a stop. You were followed by those who loved you the most and you were led by a man who took pride in the life you lived. You were greeted by hundreds. You were carried by 4, to the song you and mum used to listen. You were hugged by your two brothers and you were held by your dad and grandad. The room never fell silent as memories replayed. Simon told all about the man you grew to be, the boy we’ve always loved. Everyone cried for you. Your car was Centre piece as we left you to rest. Nobody can make it pop as you did. She misses you too. If there’s one thing you left it’s the memory of your smile. It’s the pride in your dads eyes. It’s the loss in so many hearts. Logan Steven Jerome Woolliscroft. Never to be forgotten.
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