Lilacs at my funneral.Lilacs when I'm dead.Lilacs in my coffin placed gently by my head.Lilacs at my funneral.Lilacs when I gone
Lilacs to help send me on my journey home.love Christine
christine
28th May 2019
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland