Sunday, 19 April 2015

The Sunday Posts 2015/ In Memorium

On Friday we attended the funeral of my Uncle, Bill Robertson. This poem was used at the service and many commented on how fitting it was to him. I have never known so many people to say "I wouldn't be where I am now today if it wasn't for him."  Rest in Peace Auld Yin.

Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.

Summer Sandercox
Photo by Alistair.


Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
That's a fine few words... my condolences. YAM xx

DB Stewart said...

Sorry for your loss. A fitting poem for a great fellow.

Eolist Petite said...

such a wonderful tribute...

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