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.