A poem by Ellen Brennerman
His Journey Has Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone away
His journey’s just begun,
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warm and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of him as living
In the the hearts of those he touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And he was loved so much
Barry
16th November 2020
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Sent by Parkinson's UK on 12/11/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland