Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Uncle Jimmy - R.I.P.

We cremated my Uncle Jimmy today.
He was a nice man-a bit of a rogue given half a chance , but one who knew where his duty lay...his duty to his country , his family and those who loved him.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Alfred , Lord Tennyson

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