I miss you James 😦
I am so sorry that I couldn’t come to your funeral today. I wish I could have said goodbye properly but it just wasn’t possible. 😦
There will not be a single day that goes by when I don’t think of you and miss you.
I know that Matt, Emma, Agnes and David were attending, and I just wish so much that I could have been there with them. And you.
I am sure that it was an amazing celebration of your life. A ceremony worthy of Kings. Even the Vikings themselves.
Tonight I have raised a drink in your honour, and as soon as I return to York I will go to the Golden Fleece and drink some proper mead, as you’d always tried to convince me I should.
Book Group, and indeed life in York, will never be the same without you.
I miss you James. I hope that you are in peace.
Always.
“Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,
While I rose up against my doom,
And yearn’d to burst the folded gloom,
To bare the eternal Heavens again,
To feel once more, in placid awe,
The strong imagination roll
A sphere of stars about my soul,
In all her motion one with law;
If thou wert with me, and the grave
Divide us not, be with me now,
And enter in at breast and brow,
Till all my blood, a fuller wave,
Be quicken’d with a livelier breath,
And like an inconsiderate boy,
As in the former flash of joy,
I slip the thoughts of life and death;
And all the breeze of Fancy blows,
And every dew-drop paints a bow,
The wizard lightnings deeply glow,
And every thought breaks out a rose.”
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