If I should die and leave you here awhile, Be not like others, sore undone, who keep Long vigils by the silent dust, and weep. For my sake turn again to life and smile, Nerving thy heart and trembling hands to do Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine. Complete those dear unfinished tasks of…

A priest died in a small Irish village.  At the funeral a fellow clergy man from a neighbouring parish stood in the pulpit and said what a nice man the dead priest was.  He talked about his charitable works, inspiring sermons and excellent service of the community. A woman in the congregation turned to her…

When I have fears, as Keats had fears, Of the moment I’ll cease to be I console myself with vanished years Remembered laughter, remembered tears, And the peace of the changing sea. When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad That my life is so nearly done It gives me comfort to dwell upon Remembered…

Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear…

“Stop all the clocks Turn off the telephone?” I’ve already been told I can’t do “They fuck you up, your mum and dad” or the complete lyrics of ‘Angels’ by Robbie.  So here are my thoughts: I’m thinking journeys.  Grandpa was not religious. Talking to my da he just told me that Grampa used to…

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