In Memorium

Today is the anniversary of the death of my dear friend Roy. He was someone very special and a brilliant Scrabble player. He died of a heart attack whilst out shopping for herbs and spices. He was also a great cook and at one time had worked as a butler. Through him I met another great and long term friend who was his partner for so many years. There were times when he could be quite acerbic but that was true Yorkshire coming through the London polish. I miss him as I know that John does too.

I did a small reading for a local Medium, a few months back, and he came through during it. The Medium described him as a father figure to which I had to giggle, but he often spoke to me as if he was one, as well as a friend, and I always felt deep down that he saw my middle daughter as a grandchild.

I wrote this small Capulet for him many years back when we were both in hospital together.

One person cannot hold up the world,
Even though it clamours to be held.
Sometimes we all need space to breathe,
Who gives to those that cannot take, but need.

I miss the scrabble, Roy.