I remember taking you to Chelsea for the first games, singing all down the Fulham road, I was only about 15 myself but you loved it, we spoke about it again just last year, Phil Hudson used to let us in the West Stand free. Then there were the Clarendon years, bumping into you Fridays and Sundays in the smokiest heaviest pub in London after the Drugstore shut, the ginger kids from the flats. RIP Del, I know you have friends and family waiting for you, when its my turn I will look out for you near the metal stage in the sky.
Danny
30th June 2020
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Del.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Co-op Funeralcare on 18/06/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland