Tomorrows by Simon Bridges
After this day has darkened and gone
And I wake to the rest of my life
I shall think of the times and the places we saw
When we were husband and wife.
And I know I shall visit those places we loved
And walk by the field and the sea
Where you and I spent our happiest hours
And somehow you’ll be there with me.
If I go through the woods to the top of the hill
Or run barefoot over the sand
I shall hear your voice in the wind, my love,
And feel the touch of your hand.
And people who see me on my own
As they pass me on the track
Might wonder why, if I’m really alone,
I pause sometimes and look back.
To where the roadside trees are blurred
By the early evening mist;
I’ll be waiting for you to catch up, my love,
From where you’ve stopped to rest.
And though people will find many ways to be kind
They will never understand
How I hear your voice in the sigh of the wind
And feel the touch of your hand.
Maggie
5th October 2018
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Carl.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Payne & Sons Funeral Directors on 03/10/2018
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