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.