In Memoriam

It is so much darker when a light goes out
than it would be if it had never shone.

Terry Francis Fisher
26.02.71-24.02.17

The tide recedes, but leaves behind
Bright seashells in the sand
The sun goes down but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it lingers on
In sweet refrain,
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains.

From Sarah, Eleanor and Frances
We will meet again