Chris posted this some time ago and it deserves to be posted again. I think it shows the character of this gentle, caring, loving man. He was a fine husband, father, poet, musician, painter and gentle humourist. The world is a poorer place without him
You are an imaginary conversation in my head,
You are the sunny glade in the woods where I've been led,
You are the music in the air I can almost hear,
You are the smile, you are the laughter and the tear,
I can see the early morning mist across the bay,
And glory in the sunset at the end of the day,
Count every grain of sand along the shore,
But let me have a moment longer, just one more,
I promise not to waver nor complain,
To be ready for you when you come again,
If anyone understands that would be you,
There's just one more thing I have to do.
Chris