Ruth Groves 13th June 2012

FATHER'S DAY IS APPROACHING AND I KNOW STEPHEN AND PAUL WILL BE THINKING OF YOU JUST AS I DO EVERY DAY BUT TIME DOES NOT BRING RELIEF,YOU ALL HAVE LIED WHO TOLD ME TIME WOULD EASE ME OF MY PAIN! I MISS HIM IN THE WEEPING OF THE RAIN; I WANT HIM AT THE SHRINKING OF THE TIDE; THE OLD SNOWS MELT FROM EVERY MOUNTAINSIDE, AND LAST YEARS LEAVES ARE SMOKE IN EVERY LANE, BUT LAST YEARS BITTER LOVING MUST REMAIN HEAPED UPON MY HEART AND MY OLD THOUGHTS ABIDE. THERE ARE A HUNDRED PLACES WHERE I FEAR TO GO, SO WITH HIS MEMORY THEY BRIM AND ENTERING WITH RELIEF SOME QUIET PLACE WHERE NEVER FELL HIS FOOT OR SHONE HIS FACE, I SAY" THERE IS NO MEMORY OF HIM HERE" AND STAND SO STRICKEN, REMEMBERING HIM.