Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of the future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand. It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once I had, better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad. A poem by Christina Rosetti.
My brother Steven was everything that a much younger brother could ever have hoped for. Now as an adult I am overwhelmed by the many memories he left behind.
How does one describe a quiet unassumming person. Kind and almost childlike at times – even when he was a husband and father. There was always something about Steven that was so peacefully uncomplicated.
The most painful part during these past few weeks that he has been fighting for Life has been the fact that because of regulations with regard to travelling and Covid I could not make the journey to stand by his side. At this point in time it is important for me to be able to make the journey back home to give the support I know my family needs. It is a bitter reality to absorb and contemplation slowly builds into angry frustration that will not leave during silent thoughts that rush in day or night.
He leaves behind his wife of many years who gave him unfailing support. A son and daughter and precious grandchildren…a sister and myself.
Rest in Peace Steven…you will always be a part of my life and fondest memories