This week a friend died of cancer. I remember her as a funny, creative person. She would push the tip of her nose and make a beeping noise which would always make her children smile. Death has a way of reminding us of our own mortality, of the shortness of life and of how precious life is.

I Will Remember You

Of all the choices taken, of all the verses sung

I will remember you in time,

When we became as one.

We walked along a solemn road, we two our steps together

One foot upon the other followed, despite the bitter weather.

And when I leave you, I’ll recall-

For if my heart should yield

I will still remember you- dancing in the field.