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This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Christopher Porter  who was born in Glasgow Scotland on the 16th of January 1982 and passed away on June 27th 2005  You will live forever in our memories and hearts 

 

My first Mother's Day card Christopher made for me 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You where born a wild boy with the devil in your eye

Now as you leave us we are left to softly cry

From when you where a wee boy you drove us round the bend

We wondered when your cheekiness was ever going to end

Your language it was colourful from the tender age of four

We couldn't help but laugh and encourage you even more

We will remember you running wild up and down the street

Being a right we nuisance and geting under everyone's feet

Then you where the big man that mesed around on wheels

Any kind either 2 or 4 always making deals

Motorbikes and cars, it's what every guy should like

Nothing made you happier than going crazy on your bike

We where never going to change you or how you lived your life

We worried when you found yourself in trouble and in strife

You where never an angel but we cared for you just the same

And to think we didn't love you would have been such a shame

Why did you have to go just as life was going your way

You where trying hard and we no you wanted to stay

You leave us with the image of your we lad

And as he grows  up to be the big man we will tell him of his dad

Please look after him from the skies above

Show him in a special way that you send him all your love

So christopher, give them hell in heaven and show them how its done

Pass out plenty of joints and bottles of buckfast to everyone

It's not meant as disrespect, it's just how we know you would create some fun

Did him upstair's know what he was doing when he wanted back this son

Sadly we have to let you go even though it doesn't seem right

But remember it's not goodbye BIG MAN, it's only just goodnite

 

This poem was wrote by christopher's cousin Mandy and was read out at christopher's funeral by his cousin  sharleen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You where born a wild boy with the devil in your eye

Now as you leave us we are left to softly cry

From when you where a wee boy you drove us round the bend

We wondered when your cheekiness was ever going to end

Your language it was colourful from the tender age of four

We couldn't help but laugh and encourage you even more

We will remember you running wild up and down the street

Being a right we nuisance and geting under everyone's feet

Then you where the big man that mesed around on wheels

Any kind either 2 or 4 always making deals

Motorbikes and cars, it's what every guy should like

Nothing made you happier than going crazy on your bike

We where never going to change you or how you lived your life

We worried when you found yourself in trouble and in strife

You where never an angel but we cared for you just the same

And to think we didn't love you would have been such a shame

Why did you have to go just as life was going your way

You where trying hard and we no you wanted to stay

You leave us with the image of your we lad

And as he grows  up to be the big man we will tell him of his dad

Please look after him from the skies above

Show him in a special way that you send him all your love

So christopher, give them hell in heaven and show them how its done

Pass out plenty of joints and bottles of buckfast to everyone

It's not meant as disrespect, it's just how we know you would create some fun

Did him upstair's know what he was doing when he wanted back this son

Sadly we have to let you go even though it doesn't seem right

But remember it's not goodbye BIG MAN, it's only just goodnite

 

This poem was wrote by christopher's cousin Mandy and was read out at christopher's funeral by his cousin  sharleen