My poet friend, Kim Ridgeon, has given permission to share this beautiful poem with you today.
It is a day of reflection for me today as my Dear Dad died on this day in 2004 after a very hard year and his last seventeen days in a wonderful hospice. They let us make his room so personal with his bookcase, Des Amis Silencieux, and all the books he had written, a favourite painting on the wall and flowers that I took in daily. If you’d like to read a bit more about the bookcase, click here.
The photo used on his book jackets with his beloved Burmese cat, Shoshone
