Hi Mick, you have an admirable set of values, that reminds me of the ‘Chief’ (Pops), have known and worked with you in over decade from when you joined us at Cogent the funny farm, we used to call it..
Mick, I will truly miss our in-depth conversations of all subject matters, life in general, sharing travel stories, food, and the best by far marinades for barbecues – Moma Mistry’s Pot of Gold, home made garam masala.
I wish you well for your onward journey, until we meet again.
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti. RIP
Gemini x
Dear Lyn, Will and Ellie.
I would like to share with you this poem for when you have a moment of time, hoping it will give you some comfort as it does me after losing my Pops.
All is well
Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very nearby,
just round the corner. All is well.
My deepest condolences to all the family. Gemini x
