Dad would have loved this poem, it embodies the positivity he always brought to everthing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72duK3EU-Uo
How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything, and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight watching the daybreak and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
by Derek Mahon
Ed
8th February 2022
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Neddy.
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 Morse Funeral Services on 08/02/2022
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