Oh how you are loved!

When we say goodbye there will be over one hundred from your company dressed in their best.

You would be shy at this show of effection but we our proud at just who wants to to demonstrate that you are missed.

My friends do not run and hide but ask why I cried and on hearing of my loss have join me in my tears.

Others long forgotten have tracked us down to say that the feel a loss profound.

Although I have not slept for long my temper has gone, I have time for others and will not be pushed into rage.

I will be tempted to unleash my anger on those who have cried crocodile tears and were conspicuous in absence whoes behaviour I cannot set aside. But now is not the time for I mourn for you and do not wish to dilute my grief with hate.

Those that need my help will not have to ask. They will discover me at their shoulder facing with them all their fears.