We miss the sparkle in your eyes and the cheekiness of your grin. They never showed the turmoil and distress that you were in. The wretched illness you endured was wicked and unkind, to rob you, slowly, of your body, yet leave an active mind. But you always had a 'Dignity' and kept us laughing too, "Come Dancing" has new meaning to those of us who knew. We know that you are whole again, repaired and good as new. Free to laugh and joke again and perhaps play 'a round' or two. We remember all the good times, blot out our loss and pain And console ourselves in knowing that you're our old 'Mully' once again. But one thing that the illness did was make us pull together, so it's Goodnight from all of us, Sleep tight, God Bless, Soul Brother