Louis Joseph McDonnall (9 May 1937 - 6 Jun 2020)

I have known you since I was 5. You were always kind and friendly, to me and my family. You’ll be sadly missed
Rest now xx

So sorry for your loss, he was always so lovely to me and our family. Fond memories. Xx

With deep sadness
R.I.P Louis
We will always remember you with love and affection.

RIP Louis, you taught me a lot.
Just like your name you worked like a Warrior, working as a long distance man all over the U.K. Progressing from your roots, providing well for your two girls.
He loved everyone and had a big heart.
"lost but never forgotten"

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Today we think of you Louis with sadness and pride, a real gental and proud man and a real gentleman who loved his family dearly. He took our son Simon under his wing, just like his own. It was lovely to see him at the wedding to Simon and Teri as a very proud man on the day. Hope he his looking down on you now RIP Louis. You can stand down now your duty is done.

I will always miss you dad and never forget your kindness. Thank you for everything x

I will always miss you and never forget your love and kindness. You were a wonderful dad, thank you for everything x

Rest in Peace Uncle Louis.

Thinking of you today on father's Day .
Love you and miss you every moment of everyday but especially today .

In memory of Uncle Louis, who always had a twinkle in his eye

In memory of you Uncle Louis, who always had a twinkle in his eye.

In memory of a treasured friend