We buried Trisha a year ago & this piece by Christina Rossetti was read at the service.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land,
When you can no ,more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of your future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then to pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far that you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
From Kim on 17/02/2009