Monday, 12 March 2012

My dear friends

Carol, I didn't want to believe it, that such a message would ever come. I still don't. How much like a dream it all is. Something to wake up from in tears. But no man could ask for more than what you gave him at the end, you and Alison holding his hands, Victor there.  If there's any relief it's that he was not a long time in the going, but still, to go. We will help you survive it. We must and you must let us. We need you. I am brought up short and cannot think. What a good man he was. What you have lost, what all of us have lost. There are no words. When you need us, we'll be there, always. Terence

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