My father was a quiet respectful man with old school values, we may not of always seen eye to eye however he was the head of our family and that one person I and my family looked up to for strength and to guide us on the right path, I may not of always listened but those few words of wisdom wrote novels in my head, and will remain there forever,
Anyone that ever met him always took away something that they will always remember from the places in the world he had visited to the imagination in his poetry and vision in his art,
Those stories those one liners and those little ditties will always be there,
The knowledge he installed in all of us is priceless,
You guided us well maybe not on the same path but the destination no matter how we all get there is the same, with respect for others and love for our own, you may of passed but your family name lives on as you always desired,
I will do my best in everything you believed in the way you taught me as that's all you ever asked from me in support to the family,
Love, Respect, Honour,
RIP
Leonard Arthur RINGER
Born 16/04/1930
Passed 24/04/2016
Aged 86
Love you pops xxxxx
Your devoted son
Mike
14th May 2016
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son
Mike
14th May 2016