BRIEF ENCOUNTER By Sue Turner We knew you were leaving So, we gathered at the railway station For the family farewell. The damp October air unsettled our skin, and made us fidget While we waited for that train to arrive. A voice from a speaker advised of the delay So, as we waited, we reminisced all the long journeys We had made together. Coming down from Scotland on a night train. The carriage became our home and the seats, our beds. The long journey in the car All the way from Bodmin to Ealing With a goldfish on our lap. An epic journey down under on the plane To see stingrays, sharks and Sydney Harbour Bridge. And as we remembered A sound of an airplane ploughed through the sky It’s vapour trail seemed to wave goodbye. We knew you were travelling light So, we carried your bags. They seemed weightless and free. You had done a good job of packing. You looked very elegant as you stepped on the train. Like a scene from Brief Encounter

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there . I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you waken in the mornings rush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there . I did not die . In our memories for ever . Xx

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there .i do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain . When you awaken in the morning’s rush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there . I did not die Always there forever xxx

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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.