Memories of Barry Shepherd

This isn't a memory of my grandad I'd just like to say that on 24th May it was a year ago since my Grandad died and the family all went out for a meal and a few drinks...It went really well and I enjoyed it...Im sure my grandad would have been happy! xxx

My memory of Barry was when we used to work together. We were doing a joinery course back in 1990. He went to the toilet and has he flushed the toilet he coughed and he lost his munches down the toilet. He had me lifting all the drains to see if we could find them... we never did... it was a laugh.....

For the last time; he approached the table,
Studied the layout closely,
Looked across the green baize sea,

There was a hush in the crowd and they knew,
This would be Barry's Last game,
He took his position and steadied his cue,

And a break of amazement commenced,
Red, black, red, black,
The Balls were totally obedient,

Heading for a maximum now, the elusive 147,
Referee counting the break,
Barry could see and hear nothing but the table and balls,

He felt his mouth go dry and crossed back to his seat,
Taking a drink of ice cold bitter,
And a drag from his cigarette,

He returned to the table and continued his break,
He heard the ref call out, "One Hundred and Forty Seven."
Barry opened his eyes and smiled an enigmatic smile,

The morphine coursing through his body,
His wife by his side,
And a few moments later, My good friend, Barry, Died.

So I raise a glass in your Memory,
And this toast I make to you
"to the man who taught me how to live."

May you make many 147's on that great snooker table in the sky my friend.

When we went to the Carlton on the beer, my grandma was bad with her legs so she couldnt dance with my grandad any more....now my grandad loved a boogie, and since my mum was too shy to get up and dance it was down to me!! Although i did used to step on his toes a lot!!! xxx