Today we said goodbye to T at the beautiful Conqueror Wood Burial Ground overlooking Torbay - boy was it cold with snowflakes swirling round and a wind chill of -6'C - T would have loved it, she loved nature.
Her cousin read a poem that explained T's thoughts about her death and where he could perhaps find her:
I’ll Be There
There was no time to say goodbye
But this I ask – please do not cry
Remember me as you think best
The happy time – forget the rest.
Look for me and I’ll be there
And you will find me everywhere
In the gentle touch of breeze
That cools the skin or swirls the leaves.
In the scent and colour of flowers
That gave to me such happy hours
On sunny days under sunny skies of blue
Just think of me, I’ll be with you.
In winter when there’s cloud or mist
the rain will give to you my kiss
as wood smoke lingers in the air,
look for me and I’ll be there.
Where seagulls cry above the sea,
and surf rolls in endlessly,
among towering trees that soar above
In all these things that once I loved
Look for me and I’ll be there
You’ll feel my presence everywhere
