Dennis Thomas Churchill (16 Jun 1930 - 9 Dec 2015)

Im a bit late but i wanted to post this anyway, Dear Great Grandad, we've had so many memories together, looking at the trains, going to ingoldmells, and the one closest to my heart, when you taught me how to play piano, im actually really good now and you are responsible for my skill for teaching me in the first place. You changed my life immensely in the positive way possible and have made me so happy and loved, i couldnt have asked anything better from you. I will never forget you or anything you did. Im always proud of you and you are the same with me...you praised me with everything i did. I can remember in Year 6 when i dressed up as you because you were and in fact still are my hero that will never leave my mind or heart you cried with so much joy and appreciation. Ever since i could remember you've been the kindest and friendliest person i knew. Your in a happier place now with your love Daisy and alongside Buster too! I just want you to know how much i love you and miss you and i will forever more. You've lived life to the fullest and the most packed you could have lived it. Goodbye Grandad, I Will Miss You So Much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx From Josh xxxxxxxxxxxx

Soul of a Submariner!!!

He cast his soul to the wind, and let his spirit free.
And his life was set on course, with a submarine decree.

Society had many rules, no way he would live by.
No commuting to an office, no wearing suit and tie.

No time to conform, no time for kids and wife.
The sea was to be his home, the service was his life.

If only he could tell, of the sights that he had seen.
Of the seas that he had sailed, on that fine old submarine.

But his tales will go untold, because of history past.
Of lessons paid in blood, the "Silent Service" it was cast.

Though the days drift into years, the memories do not fade.
Of good boats and tough missions, and the sacrifices made.

Of Silver Dolphins and great shipmates, and moonless dark sea nights.
Of travel to exotic lands, and many bewildering sites.

O’ to hear the claxon sound, his friends they do not know.
He prays to once again, go where Submariners go.

Each year he grows more restless, the salt flows through his veins.
But the depths are for the young, not the old with many pains.

His heart beats with a fever, his mind drifts to the sea.
He knows the taste of liberty, and what it costs to be free.

He will hear the vents no longer, he will go to sea no more.
For his final set of orders, has cast his soul ashore.

Dennis, I know we all have to leave at some time but I really thought you would be here for ever
I know I didn't see you very often but you was my Oldest brother and it broke my heart to lose you
thee is only 3 of the Churchill kids left now that is me Jean and John our sister Margaret died in 1999
but you are back with Daisy now and the rest of the family I bet none of you can get a word in edge ways because you all want to talk together
rest in peace now Dennis will see you some time in the future your loving sister Dorothy xxxxxxxxxxx

Rest inPeace Dennis, reunited with Daisy, you will be missed your family did you proud today xx

Dennis, you were like a grandad to me. Always remember you flying around Ingoldmells market with Denise shouting at you. You will be missed.
Pete