I’m finding it hard to believe he has gone. I just can’t accept it and then I remember with a jolt. Uncle Hill was many things, but to me above all, he was kind and precise, consistent and very funny. His responses were always positive and his sage advice has guided me through tough times. Judy and he were a crack team of humour, generosity, warmth and support. I imagine them sitting together again, and then it feels better. Perhaps this is why it I cannot accept he has moved on. Because moving on is just not consistent at all. I will miss him greatly. There was a lighthouse Bold and mighty Shining brightly To the sea To the land And to the sky On a cliff The cliff high and chalky And crumbling, eroding To the touch of the cold sea Shifting And with tides That wash in and Wash out And there was an attempt To stop the coastal erosion To hold back the tide And this failed And there was a campaign to Move the lighthouse To preserve the light And the heritage And this failed And the lighthouse was lost But the lighthouse Still bold and mighty Still shining brightly Will always be remembered By the people that loved it So dearly And the sea is not as scary And the night is not as dark Because the shining light That shone so brightly once Still Shines brightly In our hearts Anon