Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief.
Turning down through it’s black water to the place we cannot breathe
Will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear
Nor find on the darkness glimmering, the small round coins
Thrown by those who wished for something else………………David Whyte
Debra
19th July 2023
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Maureen.
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 Weaver Brothers Ltd on 05/08/2021
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