Brave, Gentle and Loving to the end… Always an Inspiration

We know he only liked to share good news, but we don’t know how to make this sound they way he’d want it to…

David died on Monday (14 April 2014) with his family by his side.

His funeral will be on Wednesday 23rd April at All Saints Church, Brill, Buckinghamshire at 11am and all are welcome at Oak Grove afterwards to share stories and remember and celebrate his life.

He couldn’t have been a more loving husband, a better father or a greater man. We feel honoured, humbled and so privileged to have had him for so long. He will be forever in our hearts and we hope he will forever watch over us from a better place.

We are so grateful for the many beautiful letters from dear friends, including the quote below, which really captures his essence…

Some people just can’t help making a difference in our lives,
By simply being who they are,
They make the world a little brighter,
A little warmer,
A little gentler,
And when they’re gone we realise
How lucky we are to have known them.

Daddy, words can never convey how much we love you.

With you watching over us, we are more determined than ever to raise awareness and fund research in the hope that others will not have to suffer as you have done. Your kindness and Integrity will be a constant source of inspiration and we will forever draw strength from the many happy memories you’ve left us with…

Daddy never seemed to want to speak about death and we respected his wishes. But afterwards we wished we knew what his views had been; what he had feared, what he had hoped for. As if in answer he left a reference to this poem amongst his papers in the office…

Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, 
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight? 

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well. 

Cannon Henry Scott-Holland
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