...though as he was usually loaded on at the back of my bus, I seldom had real chances to talk with him on the journeys to church. Billy has cerebral palsy from a difficult birth, which has affected him physically to a fair degree, and causes his sight to be poor for reading and his speech to be a little bit laboured. Despite this, he is a determined communicator, and as I got to know him better, we were able to share spiritual things with each other and have real fellowship. I soon learnt that he is a prayer-warrior, one who keeps in touch with God. I believe this was a great comfort to him at times he was alone in his room as carers were attending to other residents in his home.(WON'T SEPARATE LINES)POEM:I don't want to remember him.How we sat in his kitchen,His son, my friend and I, with himover coffeeand laughed until midnight.I don't want to; not now.I don't want to remember him.The night my car broke down,he came out and towed me backto his garage. In the pitwe worked until 2am.O