Dedicated to the memory of Dave Sheard
This site is a tribute to Dave Sheard. He is much loved and will always be remembered.
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Very fond memories of Uncle Dave over the years from when he owned the fruit and veg shop in Sneinton ((Arkwright lol) to the great parties we had at Dave and Pats home in Fiskerton, him helping me with his joinery skills when I became a house owner, generously giving me veggies from his garden and latterly to him visiting Brenda, Albert and us at our house. Lovely man with a great sense of humour who will be greatly missed. Xxx
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Thoughts
Do not stand at my grave and weep By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
14th July 2024
There was only one request that Dad made regards the content of his Celebration of Life service and this was it
"Oh, I wish I’d looked after my teeth" by Pam Ayres
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.
I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.
When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My Mother, she told me no end,
"If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.
Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!
If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fiIlin's
Injections and drillin's
I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine,
In these molars of mine,
"Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there.
" How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.
Lynne Hannam
14th July 2024
Dad touched many peoples lives over his 87 years and we celebrated his life last Friday, 12th July 2024. The day went as we wanted it to, full of humour, followed by his favourite meal, breakfast and an ice cream. Dad would have loved it! ❤️ We are all truly blessed and privileged to have had Dad (Dave) in our lives. His legacy lives on in David, Helen and I, in our children and in our future grandchildren. Dad you are locked into our hearts forever❤️❤️🥰 xx. Thank you to everyone who came over to Alford to join us in the Celebration and to all those who have posted messages and sent cards. We are very grateful for your support and kindness at this difficult time. As of 14th July, overall we have raised just over £500 for the British Heart Foundation, the cash and cheques left on Friday have gone directly to BHF. Thank you again 😘 ❤️xx
Lynne Hannam, Dave’s daughter
14th July 2024
