A heartfelt and apt poem chosen by my Mother Jean for this occasion, by Helen Lowrie Marshall about having happy memories of her living on after she's gone:
Afterglow
I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun
of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
Your loving son, Paul.
21st October 2022